The Anchor Book of Sixteenth Century Verse

Name: The Anchor Book of Sixteenth Century Verse
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Richard D. Sylvester(Herausgeber*in)

Anchor (Verlag)

Erschienen am 5. Juni 2013

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Inhalt

Intro
About the Author
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Contents
Introduction
A Note on the Texts
John Skelton 1460?-1529
The Bowge of Courte
Phyllyp Sparowe
The Tunnyng of Elynour Rummyng
Selected Lyrics:
Uppon a deedmans hed
Womanhod, wanton, ye want
With, Lullay, lullay, lyke a chylde
The auncient acquaintance, madam
Knolege, aquayntance, resort, favour with grace
Manerly Margery Mylk and Ale
To maystres Jane Blenner-Haiset
To maystres Isabell Pennell
To maystres Margaret Hussey
Sir Thomas More 1477-1535
A mery gest
Pageant Verses
A Rueful Lamentation
Sir Thomas Wyatt 1503-42
What vaileth trouth? or by it to take payn?
The longe love, that in my thought doeth harbar
The lover for shamefastnesse hideth his desire within his faithfull hart (Tottel's 1557 text)
Who so list to hount, I knowe where is an hynde
Eche man me telleth I chaunge moost my devise
Farewell Love and all thy lawes for ever
Helpe me to seke for I lost it there
It may be good, like it who list
Resound my voyse, ye wodes that here me plain
I fynde no peace and all my warr is done
My galy charged with forgetfulnes
How oft have I, my dere and cruell foo
Like to these unmesurable montayns
Madame, withouten many wordes
Ye old mule, that thinck your self so fayre
They fle from me that sometyme did me seke
The lover sheweth how he is forsaken of such as he somtime enjoyed (Tottel's 1557 text)
There was never nothing more me payned
Who hath herd of suche crueltye before?
If fansy would favor
What no, perdy, ye may be sure
What wourde is that that chaungeth not
Marvaill no more all tho
A Robyn
Some tyme I fled the fyre that me brent
He is not ded that somtyme hath a fall
Ons as me thought fortune me kyst
My lute, awake! perfourme the last
In eternum I was ons determed
To cause accord or to aggre
Unstable dreme according to the place
The lover having dreamed enjoying of his love (Tottel's 1557 text)
You that in love finde lucke and habundance
If waker care, if sodayne pale Coulor
Tagus, fare well, that westward with thy stremes
What rage is this? what furour of what kynd?
Ys yt possyble
And wylt thow leve me thus?
Now must I lerne to lyve at rest
Forget not yet the tryde entent
Blame not my lute for he must sownde
Me list no more to sing
Lament my losse, my labor, and my payne
Dyvers dothe use as I have hard and kno
Mye love toke skorne my servise to retaine
Tanglid I was yn loves snare
Luckes, my faire falcon, and your fellowes all
The piller pearisht is whearto I lent
Stond who so list upon the Slipper toppe
V. Innocentia Veritas Viat Fides Circumdederunt me inimici mei
Lyve thowe gladly, yff so thowe may
Myne owne John Poyntz, sins ye delight to know
My mothers maydes when they did sowe and spynne
A spending hand that alway powreth owte
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey 1517-47
From Tuscan cam my ladies worthi race
When Windesor walles sustain'd my wearied arme
I never sawe youe madam laye aparte
Love that doth raine and live within my thought
In Cipres springes (wheras dame Venus dwelt)
The greate Macedon that out of Persy chased
In the rude age when scyence was not so rife
Thassyryans king, in peas with fowle desyre
Set me wheras the sonne dothe perche the grene
Dyvers thy death doo dyverslye bemone
The soote season, that bud and blome furth bringes
Alas so all thinges nowe doe holde their peace
The golden gift that nature did thee geve
Norfolk sprang thee, Lambeth holds thee dead
Brittle beautie, that nature made so fraile
The sonne hath twyse brought forthe the tender grene
So crewell prison, howe could betyde, alas
London, hast thow accused me
Suche waywarde wais hath love, that moste parte in discorde
When sommer toke in hand the winter to assail
In winters just returne, when Boreas gan his raigne
O Happie dames, that may embrace
Wyat resteth here, that quicke coulde never rest
When ragyng love with extreme payne
Geve place, ye lovers, here before
Though I regarded not
My Ratclif, when thy retchlesse youth offendes
Thomas Sackville, Earl of Dorset 1536-1608
A Mirror for Magistrates, To the Reader
The Induction
Commendatory Sonnet to Hoby's Courtier
George Gascoigne 1539-77
Dedicatory Epistle to The Posies
The arraignment of a Lover
A straunge passion of a Lover
The Divorce of a Lover
The Lullabie of a Lover
Gascoignes good morrow
Gascoygnes good night
In Haste Poste Haste, etc. (seven sonnets in sequence)
A Sonet written in prayse of the browne beautie
Councell given to master Bartholmew Withipoll
Gascoignes Woodmanship
Farewell with a Mischeife
The Steele Glas
Certayne notes of Instruction
Sir Walter Raleigh 1552-1618
Commendatory Poem to the Steele Glasse
The Excuse
The Advice
The Nimphs reply to the Sheepheard
Sir Walter Ralegh to the Queen
A Poem of Sir Walter Rawleighs
As you came from the holy land
The Lie
The passionate mans Pilgrimage
On the Life of Man
Verses made the night before he dyed
Edmund Spenser 1552-99
Amoretti
Epithalamion
Prothalamion
Sir Philip Sidney 1554-86
Astrophil and Stella
Christopher Marlowe 1564-93
The passionate Sheepheard to his love
Hero and Leander
Thomas Campion 1567-1620
From A Booke of Ayres (1601):
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love
I care not for these Ladies
Followe thy faire sunne, unhappy shaddowe
When to her lute Corrina sings
Follow your Saint, follow with accents sweet
Thou art not faire, for all thy red and white
Blame not my cheeks, though pale with love they be
The man of life upright
Harke, al you ladies that do sleep
When thou must home to shades of under ground
From Two Bookes of Ayres (c. 1613):
Author of light, revive my dying spright
To Musicke bent is my retyred minde
Tune thy Musicke to thy hart
Come, chearfull day, part of my life, to mee
Jacke and Jone, they thinke no ill
Harden now thy tyred hart with more then flinty rage
Give beauty all her right
Though your strangenesse frets my hart
A secret love or two, I must confesse
From The Third and Fourth Booke of Ayres (c. 1617):
Were my hart as some mens are, thy errours would not move me
Breake now my heart and dye! Oh no, she may relent
Now winter nights enlarge
Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee
Be thou then my beauty named
Never love unlesse you can
Shall I then hope when faith is fled?
There is a Garden in her face
Are you what your faire lookes expresse?
I must complain, yet doe enjoy my Love
From Observations (1602):
Raving warre, begot
An Elegye
Rose-cheekt Lawra, come
From An Howres Recreation (1606):
What if a day, or a month, or a yeare
The Sonneteers
Thomas Watson C. 1557-92
From Hekatompathia (1582):
Speake gentle heart, where is thy dwelling place?
Some that reporte great Alexanders life
Thomas Lodge C. 1558-1625
From Phillis (1593):
Devoide of reason, thrale to foolish ire
I would in rich and golden coloured raine
Giles Fletcher the Elder 1546-1611
From Licia (1593):
I wish sometimes, although a worthlesse thing
In tyme the strong and statelie turrets fall
Lyke Memnons rocke toucht, with the rising Sunne
Barnabe Barnes C. 1569-1609
From Parthenophil and Parthenope (1593):
Jove for Europaes love tooke shape of Bull
Ah sweet content, where is thy mylde abode?
Henry Constable 1562-1613
From Diana (1594):
Deere to my soule, then leave me not forsaken
Whilst Eccho cryes, what shall become of mee
To live in hell, and heaven to behold
William Percy 1575-1648
From Coelia (1594):
Relent, my deere, yet unkind Coelia
It shall be sayd I dy'de for Coelia
Anonymous
From Zepheria (1594):
When we in kind embracements had agre'd
Bartholomew Griffin Fl. 1596
From Fidessa (1596):
Care-charmer sleepe, sweet ease in restles miserie
Flye to her heart, hover about her heart
I have not spent the April of my time
My Ladies haire is threeds of beaten gold
Richard Lynche Fl. 1596-1601
From Diella (1596):
What sugred termes, what all-perswading arte
But thou my deere sweet-sounding Lute be still
William Smith Fl. 1596
From Chloris (1596):
Collin my deere and most entire beloved
Some in their harts their Mistris colours bears
Richard Barnfield 1574-1627
From Poems: In divers humors (1598):
If Musique and sweet Poetrie agree
Samuel Daniel 1562-1619
From Delia (1592):
If so it hap, this of-spring of my care
These plaintive Verse, the Postes of my desire
Faire is my Love, and cruell as she's faire
If this be love, to drawe a wearie breath
I once may see when yeares shall wreck my wrong
Care-charmer Sleepe, sonne of the sable night
Let others sing of Knights and Palladines
None other fame mine unambitious Muse
Michael Drayton 1563-1631
From Idea (1594):
To the Reader of these Sonnets
How many paltry, foolish, painted things
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste,
If he, from Heav'n that filch'd that living Fire
His Remedie for Love
An evill spirit your beautie haunts Me still
A witlesse Gallant, a young Wench that woo'd
Deare, why should you command me to my Rest
Whilst thus my Pen strives to eternize thee
Since ther's no helpe, Come let us kisse and part
Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke 1554-1628
From Caelica (1580-1600):
Caelica, I overnight was finely used
The nurse-life Wheat within his greene huske growing
Caelica, when I did see you every day
Love is the Peace, whereto all thoughts doe strive
The Earth with thunder torne, with fire blasted
In Night when colours all to blacke are cast
O false and treacherous Probability
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