The Poems of Sir John SucklingWhite, Stockes and Allen, 1886 - 218 oldal |
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The Poems of Sir John Suckling: With Preface and Notes John Suckling,Frederick Abbott Stokes Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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add little unto Alfred Suckling Apollo Archbishop of York awake BALLAD BARLEY-BREAK beauty Ben Jonson bring call'd CHANSONS BACHIQUES CONSTANT LOVER court DAVENANT doth drink dyamonds e'er edition of 1836 EPILOGUE face fairly forego fancy fear fire flame gazing give Goblins Act grace Grainevert HAAKON SHETELIG hath heart hopes Jack Bond JOHN SUCKLING'S ANSWER King LADY lines little unto bliss Long Parliament LORD LEPINGTON lov'd love anew love true LOVE'S WORLD Macedon Madagascar mistress muse ne'er never OTTO JESPERSEN PEDLAR play poems poet POETICAL EPISTLE praise PREFACE presents as poor Prithee PROLOGUE TO AGLAURA SESSIONS sigh Silent Woman Sir John Suckling SIR JOHN SUCKLING'S SONG SONNETS stay strange Suckling's verse Sung sure swear take Such presents tell thee things Thou lov'st amiss Thou must begin thought TOBY MATTHEWS twas twill water's love Whilst wine woman wondrous fair writ δεῖ παθεῖν
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2. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, 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 can make her: The devil take her!
33. oldal - Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
32. oldal - Could ever yet produce : No grape, that's kindly ripe, could be So round, so plump, so soft as she, Nor half so full of juice. Her finger was so small, the ring Would not...
94. oldal - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this A dozen in her place.
166. oldal - He was of late so gone with divinity, That he had almost forgot his poetry; Though to say the truth, and Apollo did know it, He might have been both his priest and his poet.
5. oldal - For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again. Why should two hearts in one breast lie And yet not lodge together ? O love, where is thy sympathy, If thus our breasts thou sever ? But love is such a mystery, I cannot find it out : For when I think I'm best resolved, I then am in most doubt.
93. oldal - Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this 15 A dozen dozen in her place.
8. oldal - If when she appears i' th' room, Thou dost not quake, and art struck dumb, And in striving this to cover, Dost not speak thy words twice over: Know this, &c.
32. oldal - Her finger was so small, the ring, Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our 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!
30. oldal - Charing-Cross, hard by the way, Where we (thou know'st) do sell our hay, There is a house with stairs ; And there did I see coming down Such folk as are not in our town, Forty at least, in pairs.