England's Helicon: A Collection of Pastoral and Lyric Poems, First Published at the Close of the Reign of Q. Elizabeth..T. Bensley, Bolt Court, Fleet-Street, 1812 - 248 psl. |
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England's Helicon– A Collection of Pastoral and Lyric Poems, First Published ... Sir Egerton Brydges,Joseph Haslewood Visos knygos peržiūra - 1812 |
England's Helicon– A Collection of Pastoral and Lyric Poems, First Published ... John Bodenham Visos knygos peržiūra - 1812 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Astrophell ayre beasts beautie behold birds brest Breton Coridon cruell Cupid's death deere delight Diana disdaine doth Edmund Bolton ENGLAND'S HELICON euery eyes faire fairest farre fauour feare Finis flocks flowers gentle giue grace greene griefe Harpalus hart hath haue heart heauen heauenly Heigh hoe Helicon Henry Constable Hey hoe honour Ignoto ioyes kisse leaue liue Lodge loue thee Loue's louely louers louing Madrigall Madrigals Michaell Drayton minde Montanus moue Muses neuer Nicholas Breton Nimph paine passion pastoral PHILISTUS Phillida Phillis Phoebus pitty pleasure poems praise proue Queene Richard Barnfield riuer Robert Green Samela sate shee sheepe Shep Shepheard Shepheard's Song Shepheardesse shew Sidney sighs siluer sing Sir Edward Dyer Sonnet sorrow soule Stella sunne swaine sweet Loue Syrenus Taurisius teares Therion thine Thom thou do'st thoughts thy loue tree true loue Venus vnto voyce vpon wanton weepe woods yeeld Yong
Populiarios ištraukos
212 psl. - COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
59 psl. - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
214 psl. - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
xiii psl. - Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh, in his younger days. They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
xxxviii psl. - Nature herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light...
2 psl. - Take me to thee, and thee to me. No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
152 psl. - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
25 psl. - He said he had loved her long. She said, "Love should have no wrong." Corydon would kiss her then. She said maids must kiss no men Till they did for good and all.
ix psl. - Join hearts and hands, so let it be : Make but one mind in bodies three.
90 psl. - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.