Lyra Elegantiarum: A Collection of Some of the Best Specimens of Vers de Société and Vers D'occasion in the English Language by Deceased AuthorsFrederick Locker-Lampson E. Moxon & Company, 1867 - 360 oldal |
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xvii. oldal
... gives per- fection , yet perfection is not a little thing . " The poet to succeed in these hazardous pieces must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world , as with the studies of taste , to whom labour is negligence ...
... gives per- fection , yet perfection is not a little thing . " The poet to succeed in these hazardous pieces must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world , as with the studies of taste , to whom labour is negligence ...
xix. oldal
... give it variety , the works of contemporary writers have been mixed , and where two authors have written on the same subject , though at different epochs , it has been thought interesting to bring them side by side . For this reason the ...
... give it variety , the works of contemporary writers have been mixed , and where two authors have written on the same subject , though at different epochs , it has been thought interesting to bring them side by side . For this reason the ...
2. oldal
... " What if you new beauties see ? Will not they stir new affection ? " . I will think they pictures be ( Image - like of saint perfection ) Poorly counterfeiting thee . " " " Peace ! I think that some give 2 Lyra Elegantiarum .
... " What if you new beauties see ? Will not they stir new affection ? " . I will think they pictures be ( Image - like of saint perfection ) Poorly counterfeiting thee . " " " Peace ! I think that some give 2 Lyra Elegantiarum .
3. oldal
... give ear , Come , no more , lest I get anger . ' Bliss ! I will my bliss forbear , Fearing , sweet , you to endanger ; But my soul shall harbour there . " Well , begone : begone , I say , Lest that Argus ' eyes perceive you . " . O ...
... give ear , Come , no more , lest I get anger . ' Bliss ! I will my bliss forbear , Fearing , sweet , you to endanger ; But my soul shall harbour there . " Well , begone : begone , I say , Lest that Argus ' eyes perceive you . " . O ...
20. oldal
... give , if any , yet but little sound . Deep waters noiseless are ; and this we know , That chiding streams betray small depth below . So when Love speechless is , she doth express A depth in love , and that depth bottomless . Now since ...
... give , if any , yet but little sound . Deep waters noiseless are ; and this we know , That chiding streams betray small depth below . So when Love speechless is , she doth express A depth in love , and that depth bottomless . Now since ...
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Alexander Pope Araminta beauty bliss blush bright Burnham-beeches charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth e'er Earl eyes fair fate fear flowers gaze give grace hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho Henry Luttrell honour hour John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss Lady lass laugh lips live look Lord Love's lover maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen numbers nymph o'er once pain play pleasant pleasure poet poor Praed pray Robert Herrick rose round shepherd sigh sing Sir John Suckling sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sure swain sweet taste tears tell there's thine thing Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro to-morrow true turn'd Twas Unknown vers de société verse vex'd wife William William Cowper 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.
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.
57. 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.
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.
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.
51. oldal - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
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.
111. oldal - Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind: Tho' fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal...
34. 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...
96. 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.