English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 pages |
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... masques ( in itself a quasi - lyrical species ) , and in the song - books which supplied and delighted the musical tastes of our forefathers . In addition to all this many pieces in manuscript yet remain unpublished . More specific ...
... masques ( in itself a quasi - lyrical species ) , and in the song - books which supplied and delighted the musical tastes of our forefathers . In addition to all this many pieces in manuscript yet remain unpublished . More specific ...
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... masques , the pomp and pageantry of external existence , still fill the public eye ; so , too , verse in elegy , ode , and epithalamium more and more becomes occasional and ceremonial ; the poet begins NEW THEMES . li.
... masques , the pomp and pageantry of external existence , still fill the public eye ; so , too , verse in elegy , ode , and epithalamium more and more becomes occasional and ceremonial ; the poet begins NEW THEMES . li.
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... masques is not persistent but sporadic . His rare singing lyrics thus are in the style of the period , with a bias toward regularity and conscious art , but the influence of his other verse is all for classicism and restraint . The ...
... masques is not persistent but sporadic . His rare singing lyrics thus are in the style of the period , with a bias toward regularity and conscious art , but the influence of his other verse is all for classicism and restraint . The ...
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... masque presented in 1610 . The last selection is a lyric passage occurring in Hymen's Triumph , “ A Pastoral Tragicomedy " , 1614. Daniel's Works are edited by Dr. Grosart ( Spenser Society , 1885 ) , and his poems are to be found in ...
... masque presented in 1610 . The last selection is a lyric passage occurring in Hymen's Triumph , “ A Pastoral Tragicomedy " , 1614. Daniel's Works are edited by Dr. Grosart ( Spenser Society , 1885 ) , and his poems are to be found in ...
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... Masque , by Ford and Dekker , acted 1624 , which however is probably an adaptation of Dekker's Phaeton , a play of much earlier date . Dekker probably wrote the song . Dekker's Dramatic Works were collected into four volumes in 1873 ...
... Masque , by Ford and Dekker , acted 1624 , which however is probably an adaptation of Dekker's Phaeton , a play of much earlier date . Dekker probably wrote the song . Dekker's Dramatic Works were collected into four volumes in 1873 ...
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Page 223 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 184 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 232 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 190 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Page 88 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 85 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 86 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 81 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 196 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 89 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.