A Pageant of Elizabethan Poetry |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 51
Page 14
... thou , above nectar , O divinest soul ! Eternal in thyself , that can'st ... art , or nature can To rouse the sacred madness and awake The frost - bound ... thou not filled them with thy fire and flame . Phoebean splendour ! and thou ...
... thou , above nectar , O divinest soul ! Eternal in thyself , that can'st ... art , or nature can To rouse the sacred madness and awake The frost - bound ... thou not filled them with thy fire and flame . Phoebean splendour ! and thou ...
Page 19
... thou that art so courteous else to all , Why shouldst thou , Night , abuse me only thus , That every creature to his kind dost call , And yet ' t is thou dost only sever us ? Well could I wish it would be ever day , If , when night ...
... thou that art so courteous else to all , Why shouldst thou , Night , abuse me only thus , That every creature to his kind dost call , And yet ' t is thou dost only sever us ? Well could I wish it would be ever day , If , when night ...
Page 20
... thou art wont to show , With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ; Or if , deaf god , thou do deny that grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath : I long to kiss the image of my death . 31 Madrigal The ivory , coral ...
... thou art wont to show , With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ; Or if , deaf god , thou do deny that grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath : I long to kiss the image of my death . 31 Madrigal The ivory , coral ...
Page 21
... Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O , sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexed ? O , punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers golden numbers ? O , sweet content ! O ...
... Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O , sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexed ? O , punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers golden numbers ? O , sweet content ! O ...
Page 37
... thou the away , very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' t is with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . Shakespeare . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art 37 53.
... thou the away , very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' t is with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . Shakespeare . Blow , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art 37 53.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
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 fire flowers fools give Golden slumbers gone grace grief hair hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho Herrick Hey-ho honour keep 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 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 wanton weep Whilst Willy wilt wind youth
Popular passages
Page 164 - THRICE toss these oaken ashes in the air, Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair ; And thrice three times tie up this true-love's knot, And murmur soft — ' She will, or she will not.' Go burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar ; This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave ; That all thy fears and cares an end may have. Then come, you fairies, dance with...