The Works of George Peele: David and Bethsabe. Battle of Alcazar. Device of the pageant borne before Woolstone Dixi. Descensus Astrææ. A farewell to Sir John Norris and Sir Francis Drake, &c., and a Tale of Troy. Polyhymnia. The honour of the Garter. Miscellaneous poems. Peele's Merry conceited jests. Index to the notes |
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Sinew'd with vigour of his kindless” love: Fair Thamar, now dishonour hunts thy
foot, And follows thee through every covert shade, Discovering thy shame and
nakedness, | Even from the valleys of Jehosaphat Up to the lofty mounts of
Lebanon ...
Sinew'd with vigour of his kindless” love: Fair Thamar, now dishonour hunts thy
foot, And follows thee through every covert shade, Discovering thy shame and
nakedness, | Even from the valleys of Jehosaphat Up to the lofty mounts of
Lebanon ...
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Mourn, Bethsabe, bewail thy foolishness, Thy sin, thy shame, the sorrow of thy
soul: Sin, shame, and sorrow swarm about thy soul; And in the gates, and
entrance of my heart, Sadness, with wreathed arms, hangs her complaint. No
comfort ...
Mourn, Bethsabe, bewail thy foolishness, Thy sin, thy shame, the sorrow of thy
soul: Sin, shame, and sorrow swarm about thy soul; And in the gates, and
entrance of my heart, Sadness, with wreathed arms, hangs her complaint. No
comfort ...
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... David's shame: Fetch me to eat, and give me wine to drink; Water to wash, and
oil to clear my looks; Bring down your shalms, your cymbals, and your pipes; Let
David's harp and lute, his hand and voice, Give laud to him that loveth Israel, ...
... David's shame: Fetch me to eat, and give me wine to drink; Water to wash, and
oil to clear my looks; Bring down your shalms, your cymbals, and your pipes; Let
David's harp and lute, his hand and voice, Give laud to him that loveth Israel, ...
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Set up your mules, and give them well to eat, And let us meet our brothers at the
feast; Accursed is the master of this feast, Dishonour of the house of Israel, His
sister's slander, and his mother's shame. Shame be his share that could such ill ...
Set up your mules, and give them well to eat, And let us meet our brothers at the
feast; Accursed is the master of this feast, Dishonour of the house of Israel, His
sister's slander, and his mother's shame. Shame be his share that could such ill ...
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If then thy conscience tell thee thou hast sinn'd, - - And that thy life is odious to the
world, Command thy followers to shun thy face; And by thyself here make away
thy soul, That I may stand and glory in thy shame. DAv. I am not desperate, ...
If then thy conscience tell thee thou hast sinn'd, - - And that thy life is odious to the
world, Command thy followers to shun thy face; And by thyself here make away
thy soul, That I may stand and glory in thy shame. DAv. I am not desperate, ...
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ABDILM Abdilmelec Absalon Achitophel Ahimaas Alcazar Ammon Amurath armour arms Barbary Battle of Alcazar behold Bethsabe blood brave captains crown cursed Cusay David death deed doth earl earth Enter erst Exeunt eyes fair fame father fight fortune fury garter gentleman George Peele glory golden grace groat hand Hanon happy hath heart heaven holy honour horse hostess house of Fame Israel Ithay Joab king of Portugal kingly knight live London lord the king lusty majesty Master Peele Melampus mighty Moor mounted MULY MAH Muly Mahamet noble nymph Old copy Polyhymnia Priam princely queen quoth George Rabbah renowned revenge royal sacred Sebastian SEMEI SETH shame soldiers sovereign Spain Stukeley sweet sword Tamburlaine Thamar thee thine thou hast throne traitor Troy Troyans unto Urias valiant ZAREo
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Página 213 - gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing: Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees; And, lovers...
Página 11 - Now comes my lover tripping like the roe, And brings my longings tangled in her hair. To joy her love I'll build a kingly bower, Seated in hearing of a hundred streams...
Página 214 - And lovers' sonnets turned to holy psalms, A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are 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.
Página 245 - EKaropiraSia, or passionate centurie of love, divided into two parts : whereof the first expresseth the Authors sufferance in Love, the latter his long farewell to Love and all his tyrannic. Composed by Thomas Watson, Gentleman; and published at the request of certeine Gentlemen his very frendes. London, Imprinted by John Wolfe for Gabriel Cawood,
Página 60 - Israelite, Friend him with deeds, and touch no hair of him, — Not that fair hair with which the wanton winds Delight to play, and love to make it curl; Wherein the nightingales would build their nests, And make sweet bowers in every golden tress To sing their lover every night asleep; — O, spoil not, Joab, Jove's62 fair ornaments, Which he hath sent to solace David's soul!
Página 8 - The brims let be embraced with golden curls Of moss that sleeps with sound the waters make For joy to feed the fount with their recourse ; Let all the grass that beautifies her bower Bear manna every morn instead of dew, Or let the dew be sweeter...
Página 170 - Stukeley, and the rest, Adieu. To arms, to arms, to glorious arms ! With noble Norris, and victorious Drake, Under the sanguine cross, brave England's badge, To propagate religious piety, And hew a passage with your conquering swords By land and sea, wherever Phoebus...
Página 8 - What tunes, what words, what looks, what wonders pierce, My soul, incensed with a sudden fire ? What tree, what shade, what spring, what paradise, Enjoys the beauty of so fair a dame ? Fair Eva, placed in perfect happiness, Lending her praise-notes to the liberal heavens, Struck with the accents of archangels' tunes, Wrought not more pleasure to her husband's thoughts Than this fair woman's words and notes to mine.
Página 30 - The one was mighty, and exceeding rich In oxen, sheep, and cattle of the field ; The other poor, having nor ox, nor calf, Nor other cattle, save one little lamb, Which he had bought, and...
Página 7 - Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair : Shine sun, burn fire, breathe air and ease me ; Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me ; Shadow (my sweet nurse) keep me from burning, Make not my glad cause, cause of mourning. Let not my beauty's fire Inflame unstaid desire, Nor pierce any bright eye That wandereth lightly.