The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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3. oldal
... breast : Her Sire an earl , her Dame of princes ' blood ; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With King's child , where she tasteth costly food . Hunsdon did first present her to my eyne ; Bright is her hue , and GERALDINE she ...
... breast : Her Sire an earl , her Dame of princes ' blood ; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With King's child , where she tasteth costly food . Hunsdon did first present her to my eyne ; Bright is her hue , and GERALDINE she ...
14. oldal
... breast . Such life should be the honour of your light ; Such death , the sad ensample of your might ! WAS it the work of Nature or of Art , Which temper'd so the features of her face , That pride and meekness , mixt by equal part , Do ...
... breast . Such life should be the honour of your light ; Such death , the sad ensample of your might ! WAS it the work of Nature or of Art , Which temper'd so the features of her face , That pride and meekness , mixt by equal part , Do ...
25. oldal
... breast a fiercer gripe doth tire , Than did on him who first stole down the fire , While Love on me doth all his quiver spend ; But , with your bitter words , you must contend To grieve me worse ? in saying , that Desire Doth plunge my ...
... breast a fiercer gripe doth tire , Than did on him who first stole down the fire , While Love on me doth all his quiver spend ; But , with your bitter words , you must contend To grieve me worse ? in saying , that Desire Doth plunge my ...
30. oldal
... breast , his lodging , on a fire . Well , well my friends ! when beggars grow thus bold , No marvel , then , though charity grow cold ! DEAR ! Why should you command me to my rest , When now the Night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks ...
... breast , his lodging , on a fire . Well , well my friends ! when beggars grow thus bold , No marvel , then , though charity grow cold ! DEAR ! Why should you command me to my rest , When now the Night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks ...
48. oldal
... ; A god in love , to whom I am confin'd . Then give me welcome , next my heaven the best , Even to thy pure , and most , most loving breast ! WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 1612 . William Drummond , the first 48 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE .
... ; A god in love , to whom I am confin'd . Then give me welcome , next my heaven the best , Even to thy pure , and most , most loving breast ! WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 1612 . William Drummond , the first 48 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE .
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admiration affection amatory Amoret appears blest bliss blush born bosom breast breath bright Carew CASTARA celebrated charms chaste cheek Cupid's dart daughter Dean Prior dear death delight desire died dost doth Drummond Earl elegance eyes face fair fame fate fears fire flame flowers FRANCIS ATTERBURY FRANCIS DAVISON gentle GEORGE WITHER give grace grief Habington hair happy hath heart Heaven honour kind kiss lady light lips live look Lord lov'd Love's lover Maid MATTHEW PRIOR mind mistress Muse Myra ne'er never night numbers Nymph pain passion pity pleasures poems poet poetical praise pride Queen RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT DODSLEY SACHARISSA SAMUEL DANIEL Sidney sighs sing Sir Philip Sir Philip Sidney smiles soft SONNETS soul Spenser stars Surrey sweet tears tell tender tender song thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thought unto verse voice wanton Westminster Westminster Abbey whilst William Congreve wound youth
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29. oldal - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
43. oldal - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
44. oldal - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
46. oldal - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss...
111. 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. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
112. 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.
44. oldal - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
66. oldal - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
67. oldal - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown? 39 So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
45. oldal - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.