Lyra ElegantiarumFrederick Locker-Lampson Edward Moxon & Company, 1867 - 360 oldal |
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3. oldal
... sighing cries Heigh - ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well , nor full , nor fasting . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies ; If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Heigh ...
... sighing cries Heigh - ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well , nor full , nor fasting . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies ; If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Heigh ...
4. oldal
... sighs so deep procures to weep , In howling wise , to see my doleful plight How sighs resound through heartless ground , Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight ! Clear wells spring not , sweet birds sing not , Green plants bring ...
... sighs so deep procures to weep , In howling wise , to see my doleful plight How sighs resound through heartless ground , Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight ! Clear wells spring not , sweet birds sing not , Green plants bring ...
12. oldal
... sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . XVII . Sir Robert Ayton . A STOLEN KISS . Now gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes Which , waking , kept my boldest thoughts in ...
... sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . XVII . Sir Robert Ayton . A STOLEN KISS . Now gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes Which , waking , kept my boldest thoughts in ...
15. oldal
... sigh'd , and sobb'd , and cried , “ alas , ” For her that laugh'd and call'd me ass . Then knew not I what to do , When I saw it was in vain A lady so coy to woo , Who gave me the ass so plain ; Yet would I her ass freely be , So she ...
... sigh'd , and sobb'd , and cried , “ alas , ” For her that laugh'd and call'd me ass . Then knew not I what to do , When I saw it was in vain A lady so coy to woo , Who gave me the ass so plain ; Yet would I her ass freely be , So she ...
17. oldal
... sighs , thus intertalk'd : " Tell me , " said I , in deep distress , " Where may I find my shepherdess ? " " Thou fool , " said Love , " know'st thou not this , In every thing that's good , she is ? In yonder tulip go and seek , There ...
... sighs , thus intertalk'd : " Tell me , " said I , in deep distress , " Where may I find my shepherdess ? " " Thou fool , " said Love , " know'st thou not this , In every thing that's good , she is ? In yonder tulip go and seek , There ...
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30. oldal - 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.
55. oldal - 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.
14. oldal - 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.
26. oldal - 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.
211. oldal - 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.
12. oldal - 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.
35. oldal - 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...
189. oldal - 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.
92. oldal - 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.
259. oldal - 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.