The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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76. oldal
... kisse : Now will I but venture this , Who will read , must first learne spelling . Oh ! sweet kisse ! but ah ! she's waking ; Low'ring beautie chastens me : Now will I away hence flee : Foole more foole ! for no more taking . SONG . O ...
... kisse : Now will I but venture this , Who will read , must first learne spelling . Oh ! sweet kisse ! but ah ! she's waking ; Low'ring beautie chastens me : Now will I away hence flee : Foole more foole ! for no more taking . SONG . O ...
83. oldal
... she robbeth from the wit , The sense from reason's lore ; Shee is delightfull in the rynde , Corrupted in the core . Shee shroudeth vice in vertue's veil , Pretending good in ill ; Shee offereth joy , affordeth griefe , A kisse where.
... she robbeth from the wit , The sense from reason's lore ; Shee is delightfull in the rynde , Corrupted in the core . Shee shroudeth vice in vertue's veil , Pretending good in ill ; Shee offereth joy , affordeth griefe , A kisse where.
84. oldal
Samuel Carter Hall. Shee offereth joy , affordeth griefe , A kisse where she doth kill . A honie - showre raines from her lips , Sweet lights shine in her face ; Shee hath the blush of virgin minde , The minde of viper's race . Shee ...
Samuel Carter Hall. Shee offereth joy , affordeth griefe , A kisse where she doth kill . A honie - showre raines from her lips , Sweet lights shine in her face ; Shee hath the blush of virgin minde , The minde of viper's race . Shee ...
99. oldal
Samuel Carter Hall. IDEAS . SINCE there's no help , come , let us kisse 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 myselfe can free ; Shake hands for ever ...
Samuel Carter Hall. IDEAS . SINCE there's no help , come , let us kisse 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 myselfe can free ; Shake hands for ever ...
112. oldal
... kisse the tender inward of thy hand , Whilst my poore lips , which should that harvest reape , At the wood's bouldnesse by thee blushing stand ! To be so tickled , they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips O ...
... kisse the tender inward of thy hand , Whilst my poore lips , which should that harvest reape , At the wood's bouldnesse by thee blushing stand ! To be so tickled , they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips O ...
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221. oldal - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
106. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
138. oldal - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
267. oldal - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
271. oldal - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
227. oldal - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left...
223. oldal - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
267. oldal - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
200. oldal - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
226. oldal - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.