Lyra Elegantiarum: A Collection of Some of the Best Social and Occasional Verse by Deceased English AuthorsFrederick Locker-Lampson, Coulson Kernahan Ward, Lock, 1891 - Всего страниц: 425 |
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... unknown to him . The Editor is of opinion that hitherto verse of real excellence and buoyancy has been seldom very long lost sight of ; in other words , that an unknown piece of such verse probably does not deserve to become better ...
... unknown to him . The Editor is of opinion that hitherto verse of real excellence and buoyancy has been seldom very long lost sight of ; in other words , that an unknown piece of such verse probably does not deserve to become better ...
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... Unknown . XIV . PHILLIS is my only joy , Faithless as the winds or seas , Sometimes cunning , sometimes coy , Yet she never fails to please ; If with a frown I am cast down , Phillis smiling , And beguiling , Makes me happier than ...
... Unknown . XIV . PHILLIS is my only joy , Faithless as the winds or seas , Sometimes cunning , sometimes coy , Yet she never fails to please ; If with a frown I am cast down , Phillis smiling , And beguiling , Makes me happier than ...
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... Unknown . " WHAT WIGHT HE LOVED . " SHALL I tell you whom I love ? Hearken then awhile to me , And if such a woman move , As I now shall versifie , Be assur'd ' tis she or none That I love , and love alone . Nature did her so much right ...
... Unknown . " WHAT WIGHT HE LOVED . " SHALL I tell you whom I love ? Hearken then awhile to me , And if such a woman move , As I now shall versifie , Be assur'd ' tis she or none That I love , and love alone . Nature did her so much right ...
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... Unknown . XXXV . CHERRY - RIPE . THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe ...
... Unknown . XXXV . CHERRY - RIPE . THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe ...
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... Unknown . LIV . TO LUCASTA , ON GOING BEYOND THE SEAS . A Fragment . 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 blustering wind , or swallowing ...
... Unknown . LIV . TO LUCASTA , ON GOING BEYOND THE SEAS . A Fragment . 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 blustering wind , or swallowing ...
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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. 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. 317 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Стр. 35 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Стр. 32 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Стр. 111 - Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creature. And slander itself must allow him good nature; He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'da bumper; Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper! Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser? I answer no, no, for he always was wiser: Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that. Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolishly honest? ah, no! Then what was his failing? come tell it, and,...
Стр. 109 - 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. 54 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Стр. 25 - Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican: If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love?
Стр. 204 - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.