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: 360 |
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... ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double 22 Lyra Elegantiarum .
... ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double 22 Lyra Elegantiarum .
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... pleasant mazes of her hair ; Love does on both her lips for ever stray , And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there : In all her outward parts Love's always seen ; But oh ! he never went within . Abraham Cowley . LXII . TO CARNATIONS ...
... pleasant mazes of her hair ; Love does on both her lips for ever stray , And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there : In all her outward parts Love's always seen ; But oh ! he never went within . Abraham Cowley . LXII . TO CARNATIONS ...
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... pleasant grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do with chains my body bind , My king alone can captivate my mind ...
... pleasant grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do with chains my body bind , My king alone can captivate my mind ...
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... Pleasant as it is to hear Scandal tickling in our ear , E'en of our own mothers ; In the chit - chat of the day , To us is paid , when we're away , What we lent to others . Though the favourite Toast I reign ; Wine , they say , that ...
... Pleasant as it is to hear Scandal tickling in our ear , E'en of our own mothers ; In the chit - chat of the day , To us is paid , when we're away , What we lent to others . Though the favourite Toast I reign ; Wine , they say , that ...
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... pleasant : " Give me again my hollow tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! " Alexander Pope . CXXXVII . THE ENTAIL . IN a fair summer's radiant morn A Butterfly , divinely born , Whose lineage dated from the mud Of Noah's or ...
... pleasant : " Give me again my hollow tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! " Alexander Pope . CXXXVII . THE ENTAIL . IN a fair summer's radiant morn A Butterfly , divinely born , Whose lineage dated from the mud Of Noah's or ...
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Alexander Pope Araminta beauty bliss blush bright Burnham-beeches charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth e'er Earl eyes fair fate fear flowers gaze give grace hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho Henry Luttrell honour hour John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss Lady lass laugh lips live look Lord Love's lover maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen numbers nymph o'er once pain play pleasant pleasure poet poor Praed pray Robert Herrick rose round shepherd sigh sing Sir John Suckling sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sure swain sweet taste tears tell there's thine thing Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro to-morrow true turn'd Twas Unknown vers de société verse vex'd wife William William Cowper young youth
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Стр. 30 - 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. 14 - 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. 57 - 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. 26 - 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. 12 - 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. 51 - 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. 211 - 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. 111 - 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. 34 - 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...
Стр. 96 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.