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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... passing , That I can indite , Or suffice to write Of merry Margaret , As Midsummer flower , Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower ; As patient and as still , And as full of good will , As fair Isiphil , Coliander , Sweet Pomander , Good ...
... passing , That I can indite , Or suffice to write Of merry Margaret , As Midsummer flower , Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower ; As patient and as still , And as full of good will , As fair Isiphil , Coliander , Sweet Pomander , Good ...
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... pass the time when nothing else can please , And train them to our lure , with subtle oath , Till , weary of their wiles , ourselves we ease ; And then we say when we their fancy try , To play with fools , O what a fool was I ! Edward ...
... pass the time when nothing else can please , And train them to our lure , with subtle oath , Till , weary of their wiles , ourselves we ease ; And then we say when we their fancy try , To play with fools , O what a fool was I ! Edward ...
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... passing bell That tolls us all to heaven or hell ; And this is love , as I heard tell . " Yet , what is love ? I pray thee , say ! " — It is a work on holiday : It is December match'd with May , When lusty woods , in fresh array , Hear ...
... passing bell That tolls us all to heaven or hell ; And this is love , as I heard tell . " Yet , what is love ? I pray thee , say ! " — It is a work on holiday : It is December match'd with May , When lusty woods , in fresh array , Hear ...
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... pass , Till every woman wish'd her place , And every man wish'd his . By this time all were stol'n aside To counsel and undress the bride ; But that he must not know : But yet ' twas thought he guess'd her mind , And did not mean to ...
... pass , Till every woman wish'd her place , And every man wish'd his . By this time all were stol'n aside To counsel and undress the bride ; But that he must not know : But yet ' twas thought he guess'd her mind , And did not mean to ...
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... pass our tedious hours away , We throw a merry main : Or else at serious ombre play ; But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ? We were undone when we left you . But now our fears tempestuous grow And cast our hopes away ...
... pass our tedious hours away , We throw a merry main : Or else at serious ombre play ; But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ? We were undone when we left you . But now our fears tempestuous grow And cast our hopes away ...
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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.