Lyra ElegantiarumFrederick Locker-Lampson Edward Moxon & Company, 1867 - 360 Seiten |
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... young , Or , a laverock build her nest : Here , give my weary spirits rest , And raise my low - pitch'd thoughts above Earth , or what poor mortals love : Thus , free from lawsuits and the noise Of princes ' courts , I would rejoice ...
... young , Or , a laverock build her nest : Here , give my weary spirits rest , And raise my low - pitch'd thoughts above Earth , or what poor mortals love : Thus , free from lawsuits and the noise Of princes ' courts , I would rejoice ...
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... young , And wild as colt untamed , Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung , With little rage inflamed : Inflamed with rage at sad restraint , Which wise mamma ordain'd , And sorely vex'd to play the saint , Whilst wit and beauty reign ...
... young , And wild as colt untamed , Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung , With little rage inflamed : Inflamed with rage at sad restraint , Which wise mamma ordain'd , And sorely vex'd to play the saint , Whilst wit and beauty reign ...
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... in lead , Nor is Sunday's sermon so strong in my head ; I know but too well how old Time flies along , That we live but few years , and yet fewer are young . But I hate to be cheated , and never will Lyra Elegantiarum . 69.
... in lead , Nor is Sunday's sermon so strong in my head ; I know but too well how old Time flies along , That we live but few years , and yet fewer are young . But I hate to be cheated , and never will Lyra Elegantiarum . 69.
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... young ; Nor ever nymph inspired to rhyme , Unless , like Venus , in her prime . At fifty - six , if this be true , Am I a poet fit for you ? Or , at the age of forty - three , Are you a subject fit for me ? Adieu ! bright wit , and ...
... young ; Nor ever nymph inspired to rhyme , Unless , like Venus , in her prime . At fifty - six , if this be true , Am I a poet fit for you ? Or , at the age of forty - three , Are you a subject fit for me ? Adieu ! bright wit , and ...
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... young gentleman right education , The Army's the only good school in the nation ; My schoolmaster call'd me a dunce and a fool , But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school ; I never could take to my book for the blood o ' me , And ...
... young gentleman right education , The Army's the only good school in the nation ; My schoolmaster call'd me a dunce and a fool , But at cuffs I was always the cock of the school ; I never could take to my book for the blood o ' me , And ...
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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
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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.