Rosalind: Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere (Thomas Lodge Poems)
1 Like to the clear in highest sphere2 Where all imperial glory shines,3 Of selfsame colour is her hair,4 Whether ...
1 Like to the clear in highest sphere2 Where all imperial glory shines,3 Of selfsame colour is her hair,4 Whether ...
THE people up and down the world that talk and laugh and cry,They're pleasant when you're young and gay, and ...
Like to the clear in highest sphereWhere all imperial glory shines,Of selfsame colour is her hair,Whether unfolded or in twines:Heigh ...
LOVER."Tell me not that she is dead,Motionless and cold;Her form was made for summer flowers,And not of common mould." MESSENGER."But summer ...
In a painted "Forest of Arden," in the glare of the garish light,In doublet and hose, be-powdered and rouged, you ...
Rosalind has come to town! All the street's a meadow, Balconies are beeches brown With a drowsy shadow, And the ...
1Blow, blow, thou vernal gale!Thy balm will not availTo ease my aching breast;Though thou the billows smooth,Thy murmurs cannot sootheMy ...
When Lydia smiles, I seem to seeThe walls around me fade and flee; And, lo, in haunts of hart and hind I ...
Beauty and bright fame go not together, IBought oranges to-day from Queen Deirdre.Apollo hewed the beech, I stood and watchedA ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
GERTRUDE.IN clouds drew on the evening's close, Which cross the west in ranges stood, As pensive GERTRUDE sought the wood, ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
_The old gentleman, tapping his amber snuff-box(A heart-shaped snuff-box with a golden clasp)Stared at the dying fire. "I'd like them ...
They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather,—Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!—Sea-lark singing to Golden ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
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At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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