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... daffodils begin to peer , Lodge . With heigh ! the doxy over the dale , Why , then comes in the sweet o ' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale . The white sheet bleaching on the hedge , With heigh ! the sweet birds ...
... daffodils begin to peer , Lodge . With heigh ! the doxy over the dale , Why , then comes in the sweet o ' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale . The white sheet bleaching on the hedge , With heigh ! the sweet birds ...
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... daffodils , Where thou shalt sit , and red - breast by , For meat , shall give thee melody . I'll give thee chains and carcanets Of primroses and violets . A bag and bottle thou shalt have , That richly wrought , and this as brave ; So ...
... daffodils , Where thou shalt sit , and red - breast by , For meat , shall give thee melody . I'll give thee chains and carcanets Of primroses and violets . A bag and bottle thou shalt have , That richly wrought , and this as brave ; So ...
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... thy foot , when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wad'st in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! Fletcher . Daffodil Batte Gorbo , as thou camest this way , 42.
... thy foot , when thou hast trod ; Nor let the water rising high , As thou wad'st in , make thee cry And sob ; but ever live with me , And not a wave shall trouble thee ! Fletcher . Daffodil Batte Gorbo , as thou camest this way , 42.
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... daffodil ; It is not full an hour , Since by the spring , near yonder hill , I saw that lovely flower . Batte Yet my fair flower thou didst not meet Nor news of her didst bring , And yet my Daffodil's more sweet Than that by yonder ...
... daffodil ; It is not full an hour , Since by the spring , near yonder hill , I saw that lovely flower . Batte Yet my fair flower thou didst not meet Nor news of her didst bring , And yet my Daffodil's more sweet Than that by yonder ...
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... Daffodil Is worn of none but me . To show itself but near her feet No lily is so bold , Except to shade her from the heat , Or keep her from the cold . Gorbo Through yonder vale as I did pass , Descending from the hill , I met a ...
... Daffodil Is worn of none but me . To show itself but near her feet No lily is so bold , Except to shade her from the heat , Or keep her from the cold . Gorbo Through yonder vale as I did pass , Descending from the hill , I met a ...
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Anonymous Barnabe Barnes beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson birds breath bright bring Campion Carmela Charon Claia Corydon cuckoo Daffodil dead dear death delight desire Donne dost doth Drayton earth echo ring eyes fair Fairy fairy-queen fear flowers fools give gone grace grief hair hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho Herrick Hey-ho honour Hymen King kiss leave light little boy live livës joy look love's lovers lullaby maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never Nicholas Breton night numbers nymphs Oberon passion Perigot Perilla Philomel Phyllida Pigwiggen pleasure poem poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Queen Mab quoth roses scorn Shakespeare shepherd shine Sidney sighs sight sing sleep smile song sonnets soul spring stay sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thoughts true love unto untrue Love wanton weep Whilst Willy wilt wind youth
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Page 365 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Page 362 - ... the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. 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 130 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 355 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 342 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
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Page 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 223 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Page 147 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 23 - SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day.