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51. oldal
When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames , Our careless heads with roses crown'd , Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep , When healths and draughts go freeFishes that tipple in the deep ...
When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames , Our careless heads with roses crown'd , Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep , When healths and draughts go freeFishes that tipple in the deep ...
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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
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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.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Lyra Elegantiarum |
| Szerző | Frederick Locker-Lampson |
| Szerkesztő | Frederick Locker-Lampson |
| Kiadó | Edward Moxon & Company, 1867 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. nov. 23. |
| Terjedelem | 360 oldal |
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