English Garner: Ingatherings from Our History & Literature, Band 4

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Edward Arber
Constable, 1895
 

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Seite 26 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; 6 Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Seite 44 - Age his alms: But though from court to cottage he depart, His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song, — ''Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.
Seite 490 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Seite 446 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Seite 569 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Seite 45 - Cupid's shaft, like destiny, Doth either good or ill decree. Desert is born out of his bow, Reward upon his foot doth go. What fools are they that have not known That Love likes no laws but his own ! My songs they be of Cynthia's praise I wear her rings on holidays, On every tree I write her name, And every day I read the same.
Seite 38 - Love-long pain Procured by beauty's rude disdain. Come away, come, sweet love ! The golden morning wastes, While the sun from his sphere his fiery arrows casts Making all the shadows fly, Playing, Staying In the grove To entertain the stealth of love. Thither, sweet love, let us hie, Flying...
Seite 491 - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
Seite 507 - ... having of May games, Whitsun ales, and morris dances, and the setting up of maypoles and other sports therewith used: so as the same be had in due and convenient time, without impediment or neglect of divine service...
Seite 505 - BY THE KING. WHEREAS, upon our return the last year out of Scotland, we did publish our pleasure, touching the recreations of our people in those parts, under our hand ; for some causes us thereunto...

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