Lyra ElegantiarumFrederick Locker-Lampson Edward Moxon & Company, 1867 - 360 Seiten |
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... 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 itself , but thee ! Ben Jonson . XIX . A MADRIGAL . AMARYLLIS I did woo , And ...
... 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 itself , but thee ! Ben Jonson . XIX . A MADRIGAL . AMARYLLIS I did woo , And ...
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... hope , or cold of fear , My foolish heart could never bear : One sigh imprison'd ruins more Than earthquakes have done heretofore . When I am hungry I do eat , And cut no fingers ' stead of meat ; Nor with much gazing on her face , Do e ...
... hope , or cold of fear , My foolish heart could never bear : One sigh imprison'd ruins more Than earthquakes have done heretofore . When I am hungry I do eat , And cut no fingers ' stead of meat ; Nor with much gazing on her face , Do e ...
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... hope his line should long Last in a daily changing tongue ? While they are new , envy prevails ; And , as that dies , our language fails . When architects have done their part , The matter may betray their art : Time , if we use ill ...
... hope his line should long Last in a daily changing tongue ? While they are new , envy prevails ; And , as that dies , our language fails . When architects have done their part , The matter may betray their art : Time , if we use ill ...
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... hope ; To make the fair approve his flame , That can so far extend their name . Verse , thus design'd , has no ill fate , If it arrive but at the date Of fading beauty ; if it prove But as long - lived as present love . Edmund Waller ...
... hope ; To make the fair approve his flame , That can so far extend their name . Verse , thus design'd , has no ill fate , If it arrive but at the date Of fading beauty ; if it prove But as long - lived as present love . Edmund Waller ...
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... hope of comforts long to last , All that makes fourteen years with you A summer - and a short one too : All that affection feels and fears , When hours , without you , seem like years . ' Till that be done , and I'd as soon Believe this ...
... hope of comforts long to last , All that makes fourteen years with you A summer - and a short one too : All that affection feels and fears , When hours , without you , seem like years . ' Till that be done , and I'd as soon Believe this ...
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Alexander Pope Araminta beauty bliss blush bright Burnham-beeches charms cheek Chloe Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth e'er Earl eyes fair fancy fate fear flowers gaze give gone grace grove hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho Henry Luttrell hour John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss kiss'd Lady Landor laugh lips live look Lord Love's lover maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion play pleasant pleasure poet poor Praed pray Robert Herrick rose round shepherd sigh sing Sir John Suckling sleep smile soft song sorrow soul swain sweet taste tears tell there's thine thing Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro to-morrow true Twas Unknown vers de société verse Walter wife William William Cowper 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.