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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... there have been sentimental , humo- rous , lyrical , descriptive , and devotional collections , there is another kind of poetry which was more in vogue in the reign of Queen Anne , and indeed in Ante - Reform - Bill times , than it is ...
... there have been sentimental , humo- rous , lyrical , descriptive , and devotional collections , there is another kind of poetry which was more in vogue in the reign of Queen Anne , and indeed in Ante - Reform - Bill times , than it is ...
xv. oldal
... there would be no sparks at all : in other words , the writer of vers de société needs perpetual contact with the world . The Editor trusts that he has gathered together nearly all the vers de société of real merit in the Eng- lish ...
... there would be no sparks at all : in other words , the writer of vers de société needs perpetual contact with the world . The Editor trusts that he has gathered together nearly all the vers de société of real merit in the Eng- lish ...
xvii. oldal
... there are depths in our nature , which even in the gaiety of drawing- rooms cannot be forgotten . Theirs is the poetry of bitter - sweet , of sentiment that breaks into humour , and of solemn thought , which , lest it should be too b ...
... there are depths in our nature , which even in the gaiety of drawing- rooms cannot be forgotten . Theirs is the poetry of bitter - sweet , of sentiment that breaks into humour , and of solemn thought , which , lest it should be too b ...
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... there . " Well , begone : begone , I say , Lest that Argus ' eyes perceive you . " . O ! unjust is Fortune's sway , Which can make me thus to leave you , And from louts to run away ! Sir Philip Sydney . IV . LOVE is a sickness full of ...
... there . " Well , begone : begone , I say , Lest that Argus ' eyes perceive you . " . O ! unjust is Fortune's sway , Which can make me thus to leave you , And from louts to run away ! Sir Philip Sydney . IV . LOVE is a sickness full of ...
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... There a nay is placed without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ; O frowning Fortune , cursed , fickle dame ! For now I see inconstancy More in women than in men remain . In black mourn I , all fears scorn I , Love hath ...
... There a nay is placed without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ; O frowning Fortune , cursed , fickle dame ! For now I see inconstancy More in women than in men remain . In black mourn I , all fears scorn I , Love hath ...
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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.