Seventeenth Century LyricsGeorge Saintsbury |
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ANDREW MARVELL arms ascents climb beauty BEN JONSON bliss brave breast breath bright Celia Cherry ripe dare dart dead dear delight disdain doth drink earth eyes face fair fall fate fear fire flame flowers GEORGE HERBERT give glory grace grow hair hath heart Heaven HENRY VAUGHAN honour JOHN DRYDEN JOHN FLETCHER king kiss let her go light lips live Lord love anew love good morrow love thee love true love's lover lyric mind ne'er never night once pain Phillada flouts poor pray RICHARD BROME RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT HERRICK rose sigh sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING sleep slow-worm smile sorrow soul spring stars stay Sweet Spirit tears tell thine things THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS CAREW Thou art thou dost Thou lov'st amiss Thou must begin Thou shalt answer thoughts true love unto weep WILLIAM HABINGTON wings wound
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Page 201 - Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
Page 19 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 173 - When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Page 58 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise? You curious chanters of the wood, That warble forth Dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents; what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise?
Page 133 - FAIR daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Page 24 - WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Page 84 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
Page 208 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Page 194 - And sends the fowls to us in care, On daily visits through the air; He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night, And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows; He makes the figs our mouths to meet. And throws the melons at our feet...
Page 136 - With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories : Then shall the fall further the flight in me.