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England's Helicon: A Collection of Pastoral and Lyric Poems, First Published ...
Egerton Brydges, Sir,John Bodenham,Joseph Haslewood
Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016
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Strana 212 - 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.
Strana 214 - 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.
Strana xi - 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.
Strana xxxvi - 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...
Strana xl - Take me to thee, and thee to me. No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
Strana 150 - 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.
Strana 23 - 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.
Strana vii - Join hearts and hands, so let it be : Make but one mind in bodies three.