Sunday, July 22, 2018 Text is available under the CC BY-SA 3.0 licence.

Richard Barnfield

« All quotes from this author

Next morning, when the golden sunne was risen,
And new had bid good morrow to the mountaines;
When night her silver light had lockt in prison,
Which gave a glimmering on the christall fountaines:
Then ended sleepe, and then my cares began,
Ev'n with the uprising of the silver swan.

Oh, glorious sunne! quoth I, viewing the sunne,
That lightenst everie thing but me alone:
Why is my summer season almost done,
My spring-time past, and ages autumne gone?
My harvest's come, and yet I reapt no corne:
My love is great, and yet I am forlorne.
The Second Dayes Lamentation of the Affectionate Shepheard.

Richard Barnfield

» Richard Barnfield - all quotes »

Tags: Richard Barnfield Quotes, Authors starting by B

Similar quotes


A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Walter de la Mare

He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.

George Herbert

Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are gone
Like twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne.

Francis Quarles

Whan the sunne shinth make hay, whiche is to say,
Take time whan time comth, lest time steale away.

John Heywood

Nay, Spring was o'er-happy and knew not the reason,
And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended
In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended;
But this is the harvest and the garnering season,
And the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended.

William Morris
© 2009–2013Quotes Privacy Policy | Contact