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... because his pieces are so , nor must we call ayahich set elegant se the effusion cient that also suffer h di the Grace A review verse . following de société , poetry of sorrows . sympathy them , as 6 fine sonnet has reen called ,.
... because his pieces are so , nor must we call ayahich set elegant se the effusion cient that also suffer h di the Grace A review verse . following de société , poetry of sorrows . sympathy them , as 6 fine sonnet has reen called ,.
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Genius will not always be sufficient to impart that grace of amenity which seems peculiar to those who are accustomed ... the poet is inspired by the Muse , he must also suffer his concise page to be polished by the hand of the Graces .
Genius will not always be sufficient to impart that grace of amenity which seems peculiar to those who are accustomed ... the poet is inspired by the Muse , he must also suffer his concise page to be polished by the hand of the Graces .
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A FACE that should content me wondrous well Should not be fat , but lovely to behold ; Of lively look , all grief for to repel With right good grace , so would I that it should Speak without words , such words as none can tell ...
A FACE that should content me wondrous well Should not be fat , but lovely to behold ; Of lively look , all grief for to repel With right good grace , so would I that it should Speak without words , such words as none can tell ...
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And from her arch'd brows , such a grace Sheds itself through her face , As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain , all the good of the elements ' strife . Have you seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touch'd it ...
And from her arch'd brows , such a grace Sheds itself through her face , As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain , all the good of the elements ' strife . Have you seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touch'd it ...
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... you know : So that till you my heart resign , Or fill with yours the place of mine , And by that grace my store renew , I shall have nought worth giving you Whose breast has all the wealth I have , Save Lyra Elegantiarum . 15.
... you know : So that till you my heart resign , Or fill with yours the place of mine , And by that grace my store renew , I shall have nought worth giving you Whose breast has all the wealth I have , Save Lyra Elegantiarum . 15.
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beauty bright bring charms cheek court dance dear doth eyes face fair fall fate fear feel flowers gave give gone grace grow hand happy head hear heart Heaven hope hour keep kind king kiss Lady Landor laugh leave less light lips live look Lord lover maid meet mind morning nature ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain pass past play pleasant pleasure poet poor prove reason rest rose round seen shepherd sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon soul speak sure sweet taste tears tell thee there's thing Thomas thou thought trees true turn Twas Unknown verse Walter wife wish young youth
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Seite 30 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 55 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Seite 14 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires:— Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Seite 26 - And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while you may, go marry : For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Seite 211 - Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Seite 12 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 35 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break...
Seite 189 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly.
Seite 92 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Seite 259 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Lyra Elegantiarum |
| Autor/in | Frederick Locker-Lampson |
| Herausgeber | Frederick Locker-Lampson |
| Verlag | Edward Moxon & Company, 1867 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 23. Nov. 2006 |
| Länge | 360 Seiten |
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