Lyra Elegantiarum |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 54
Seite 3
Love is a sickness full of woes , All remedies refusing ; A plant that most with cutting grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies , If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Heigh - ho ?
Love is a sickness full of woes , All remedies refusing ; A plant that most with cutting grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies , If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Heigh - ho ?
Seite 12
... Nor rob I her of aught that she can miss ; Nay , should I twenty kisses take away , There would be little sign I would do so ; Why then should I this robbery delay ? o , she may wake , and therewith angry grow !
... Nor rob I her of aught that she can miss ; Nay , should I twenty kisses take away , There would be little sign I would do so ; Why then should I this robbery delay ? o , she may wake , and therewith angry grow !
Seite 13
I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be : But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of ...
I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be : But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of ...
Seite 14
Have you seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touch'd it ? Have you mark'd but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or swan's down ever ?
Have you seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touch'd it ? Have you mark'd but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or swan's down ever ?
Seite 22
THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry .
THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry .
Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
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 |
| Zitat exportieren | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |