Elegy Time and Loss

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Elegy: Time and Loss Gascoigne’s Lullaby by Gascoigne 1 Sing lullaby, as women do, 2 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; 3 And lullaby can I sing to, 4 As womanly as can the best. 5 With lullaby they still the child, 6 And if I be not much beguil'd, 7 Full many wanton babes have I, 8 Which must be still'd with lullaby. 9 First, lullaby my youthful years, 10 It is now time to go to bed; 11 For crooked age and hoary hairs 12 Have won the haven within my head. 13 With lullaby, then, youth be still, 14 With lullaby, content thy will, 15 Since courage quails and comes behind, 16 Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind. 17 Next, lullaby my gazing eyes, 18 Which wonted were to glance apace; 19 For every glass may now suffice 20 To show the furrows in my face. 21 With lullaby, then, wink awhile, 22 With lullaby, your looks beguile, 23 Let no fair face nor beauty bright 24 Entice you eft with vain delight. 25 And lullaby my wanton will, 26 Let reason's rule now reign thy thought, 27 Since all too late I find by skill 28 How dear I have thy fancies bought. 29 With lullaby, now take thine ease, 30 With lullaby, thy doubts appease, 31 For trust to this, if thou be still, 32 My body shall obey thy will. 33 Eke, lullaby my loving boy, 34 My little Robin, take thy rest; 35 Since age is cold and nothing coy, 36 Keep close thy coin, for so is best. 37 With lullaby, be thou content, 38 With lullaby, thy lusts relent, 39 Let others pay which have mo pence, 40 Thou art too poor for such expense. 41 Thus lullaby, my youth, mine eyes, 42 My will, my ware, and all that was! 43 I can no mo delays devise, 44 But welcome pain, let pleasure pass. 45 With lullaby, now take your leave, 46 With lullaby, your dreams deceive, 47 And when you rise with waking eye, 48 Remember Gascoigne's lullaby. Fern Hill by Thomas Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars
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This note was uploaded on 11/11/2010 for the course ENGLISH 196-235-20 taught by Professor Dickey during the Winter '10 term at UCLA.

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