Lyra ElegantiarumFrederick Locker-Lampson Edward Moxon & Company, 1867 - 360 oldal |
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24. oldal
... young sinner ? Prithee why so mute ? Will , when speaking well can't win her , Saying nothing do't ? Prithee why so mute ? Quit , quit , for shame , this will not move , This cannot take her ; If of herself she will not love , Nothing ...
... young sinner ? Prithee why so mute ? Will , when speaking well can't win her , Saying nothing do't ? Prithee why so mute ? Quit , quit , for shame , this will not move , This cannot take her ; If of herself she will not love , Nothing ...
31. oldal
... young colt's neck , Her feet beneath her petticoat , Like little mice , stole in and out , As if they fear'd the light : But O ! she dances such a way ! No sun upon an Easter - day Is half so fine a sight . Her cheeks so rare a white ...
... young colt's neck , Her feet beneath her petticoat , Like little mice , stole in and out , As if they fear'd the light : But O ! she dances such a way ! No sun upon an Easter - day Is half so fine a sight . Her cheeks so rare a white ...
33. oldal
... young , All you , who have carried that burthen too long , Who have lost precious time , and you who are losing , Betray'd by your fears between doubting and choosing ; Draw nearer , and learn what will settle your mind : You'll find ...
... young , All you , who have carried that burthen too long , Who have lost precious time , and you who are losing , Betray'd by your fears between doubting and choosing ; Draw nearer , and learn what will settle your mind : You'll find ...
35. oldal
... young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , Then pretty pleasures might me move , To live with thee , and be thy love . Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage , and rocks grow cold , And Philomel becometh dumb ...
... young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , Then pretty pleasures might me move , To live with thee , and be thy love . Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage , and rocks grow cold , And Philomel becometh dumb ...
36. oldal
... YOUNG ENOUGH FOR ME . A Fragment . CHLOE , why wish you that your years Would backwards run , till they meet mine ... young , whom age doth chill , And whom he finds young , keeps young still . And now since you and I are such , Tell me ...
... YOUNG ENOUGH FOR ME . A Fragment . CHLOE , why wish you that your years Would backwards run , till they meet mine ... young , whom age doth chill , And whom he finds young , keeps young still . And now since you and I are such , Tell me ...
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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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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.