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... Dirge of Love , . W. Shakespeare , 35 1 To his Lute , W. Drummond , 35 1 Fidele , W. Shakespeare , 36 10 A Sea Dirge , W. Shakespeare , 36 1 A Land Dirge , . J. Webster , 37 1 Post Mortem , W. Shakespeare , 37 10 The Triumph of Death ...
... Dirge of Love , . W. Shakespeare , 35 1 To his Lute , W. Drummond , 35 1 Fidele , W. Shakespeare , 36 10 A Sea Dirge , W. Shakespeare , 36 1 A Land Dirge , . J. Webster , 37 1 Post Mortem , W. Shakespeare , 37 10 The Triumph of Death ...
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... DIRGE OF LOVE Come away , come away , Death , And in sad cypres let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O prepare it ! My part of death , no one so true ...
... DIRGE OF LOVE Come away , come away , Death , And in sad cypres let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with yew , O prepare it ! My part of death , no one so true ...
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... stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash ; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee , and come to dust . LXD W. Shakespeare A SEA DIRGE LX 6 . 7 . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his.
... stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash ; Thou hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee , and come to dust . LXD W. Shakespeare A SEA DIRGE LX 6 . 7 . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his.
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... DIRGE Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Since o'er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men . Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole To ...
... DIRGE Call for the robin - redbreast and the wren , Since o'er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men . Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole To ...
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... dirge is as characteristic of the eighteen tury as Shakespeare's is of the seventeenth . Metre . Trochaic . In line 6 of the first stanza , and lines 16 of the second and third , the addition of an unaccent lable at the beginning ...
... dirge is as characteristic of the eighteen tury as Shakespeare's is of the seventeenth . Metre . Trochaic . In line 6 of the first stanza , and lines 16 of the second and third , the addition of an unaccent lable at the beginning ...
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A. H. Bullen's Abbott accents adieu Anon beauty birds blow Book breath bridal day Bullen cæsura Campion Cymbeline death DIRGE dost doth Drummond Earl earth Elizabethan Elizabethan Song-Books end my song English poetry eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Queene fair favourite flowers Golden Pomp Golden Treasury grief heart heaven Heigh Henry Hey nonny nonny iambic King kiss lines lips Love's lovers lyric Madrigal meaning Merchant of Venice merry Metre Michael Macmillan Milton mortal never Nicholas Breton Night nightingale passion play poem poets rhyme Richard II Rosaline roses run softly Say nay sense sewed Shakespeare Shakespeare's Sonnets Shepherd Sidney sing sorrow soul Spenser Spring stanza summer's Sweet Thames Tereus thee thine thou art thought Time's trochaic Twelfth Night unto untrue Love vale of Tempe verb verse W. T. Webb wanton Weep whilst wind word youth دو
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Страница 5 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Страница 10 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Страница 3 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Страница 6 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.