Lucasta: Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. &c. To which is Added, Aramantha, a PastoralPress of C. Whittingham, 1817 |
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19. oldal
... hope of rest ? No , I will turn , And with my goodness boldly meet your scorn ; My goodness , which heav'n pardon , and that fate Made you hate love , and fall in love with hate . But I am chang'd ! bright reason that did give POEMS . 19.
... hope of rest ? No , I will turn , And with my goodness boldly meet your scorn ; My goodness , which heav'n pardon , and that fate Made you hate love , and fall in love with hate . But I am chang'd ! bright reason that did give POEMS . 19.
40. oldal
... hope or fear ; So that th ' amazed world shall henceforth find None but my Lilly ever drew a mind . Elinda's Glove . SONNET . THOU Snowy farm with thy five tenements ! Tell thy white mistress here was one That call'd to pay his daily ...
... hope or fear ; So that th ' amazed world shall henceforth find None but my Lilly ever drew a mind . Elinda's Glove . SONNET . THOU Snowy farm with thy five tenements ! Tell thy white mistress here was one That call'd to pay his daily ...
66. oldal
... shafts but at my breast in vain , Since death My heart hath with a fatal icy dart Already slain , Thou caust not ever hope to warm her wound , Or wound it o'er again . SIR THOMAS WORTLEY'S SONNET AGAIN , ANSWERED . Thou witty 66 LOVELACE'S.
... shafts but at my breast in vain , Since death My heart hath with a fatal icy dart Already slain , Thou caust not ever hope to warm her wound , Or wound it o'er again . SIR THOMAS WORTLEY'S SONNET AGAIN , ANSWERED . Thou witty 66 LOVELACE'S.
98. oldal
... hope . So Aramantha heard , but fear Dares not yet trust her tempting ear : And as again her arms o'th ' ground Spread pillows for her head , a sound More dismal makes a swift divorce , And starts her thus - Rage , Rapine , Force ! Ye ...
... hope . So Aramantha heard , but fear Dares not yet trust her tempting ear : And as again her arms o'th ' ground Spread pillows for her head , a sound More dismal makes a swift divorce , And starts her thus - Rage , Rapine , Force ! Ye ...
2. oldal
... hope from your soft ear . That which still makes her mirth to flow , Is our sinister - handed woe , Which downwards on its head doth go ; And ere that it is sown , doth grow . This makes her spleen contract , And her just pleasure feast ...
... hope from your soft ear . That which still makes her mirth to flow , Is our sinister - handed woe , Which downwards on its head doth go ; And ere that it is sown , doth grow . This makes her spleen contract , And her just pleasure feast ...
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Lucasta: Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. &c. to Which Is Added, Aramantha ... Richard Lovelace Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
adore ALEXIS AMYNTOR Aramantha arms AUSONIUS beams beauty Behold blest bliss blush brave breast breath bride in love bright Bright eyes CATULLUS CHARLES COTTON Charon chaste Chloris CHORUS Clitophon crown crown'd dare dart dear death divine doth e'er earth elegy Elinda EPIG ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fate fear fire fix'd flame FRANCIS LOVELACE FRIEND gentle glorious glory grief hair hand hast hath heart heat heav'n heav'nly HENRY LAW Hierocles honour i'th joys kiss lady lanneret light live look lov'd love's Lucasta ne'er night noble nought o'er o'th pearl POEMS pow'r RICHARD LOVELACE sacred shine sing smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul sphere star straight sweet tear thee thine thou dost thought thyself toad tomb triumph twas unto victory virgin voice weep Whilst WILLIAM LAWES wind wings womb wound
Népszerű szakaszok
61. oldal - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
62. oldal - Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
2. oldal - 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.
1. oldal - TO LUCASTA GOING BEYOND THE SEAS IF to be absent were to be Away from thee ; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone ; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing wave.
22. oldal - Thou best of men and friends! We will create A genuine summer in each other's breast; And spite of this cold time and frozen fate Thaw us a warm seat to our rest.
2. oldal - I'll not sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail, Or pay a tear to 'suage The foaming blow-god's rage; For whether he will let me pass Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. Though seas and land betwixt us both, Our faith and troth, Like separated souls, All time and space controls; \/ Above the highest sphere we meet, Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet. So then we do anticipate Our after-fate, And are alive i...
62. oldal - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
9. oldal - The floor lay paved with broken hearts. So did she move; so did she sing Like the harmonious spheres that bring Unto their rounds their music's aid; Which she performed such a way As all th' enamoured world will say, The Graces danced, and Apollo played.
xx. oldal - infection of our times. That candid Age no other way could tell / To be ingenious, but by speaking well. Who best could prayse, had then the greatest prayse, Twas more...
22. oldal - The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly; And when thy poppy works thou dost retire To thy carv'd acorn-bed to lie.