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 - Всего страниц: 345 |
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... light . " Why , alas ! and are you he ? Are not yet these fancies changed ? ” - Dear , when you find change in me , Though from me you be estranged , Let my change to ruin be . " What if you new beauties see ? Will not they stir new ...
... light . " Why , alas ! and are you he ? Are not yet these fancies changed ? ” - Dear , when you find change in me , Though from me you be estranged , Let my change to ruin be . " What if you new beauties see ? Will not they stir new ...
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... light Gleams like the sea , They sing , or tresses brown and bright , — They sing of thee . And if a weary mood , or sad , Possesses me , One thought can all times make me glad , — The thought of thee . And when once more upon my bed ...
... light Gleams like the sea , They sing , or tresses brown and bright , — They sing of thee . And if a weary mood , or sad , Possesses me , One thought can all times make me glad , — The thought of thee . And when once more upon my bed ...
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... beauty ; And enamour'd , do wish , as they might But enjoy such a sight , That they still were to run by her side , Through swords , through seas , whither she would ride . Do but look on her eyes , they do light Lyra Elegantiarum . 13.
... beauty ; And enamour'd , do wish , as they might But enjoy such a sight , That they still were to run by her side , Through swords , through seas , whither she would ride . Do but look on her eyes , they do light Lyra Elegantiarum . 13.
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... light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her , she is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ! And from her arch'd brows , such a grace Sheds itself through ...
... light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her , she is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ! And from her arch'd brows , such a grace Sheds itself through ...
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... light , That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And in your ...
... light , That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And in your ...
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Стр. 18 - 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.
Стр. 12 - 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?
Стр. 45 - 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.
Стр. 2 - 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.
Стр. 14 - 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.
Стр. xx - 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.
Стр. 39 - 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.
Стр. 183 - 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.
Стр. 99 - 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...
Стр. 22 - 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...