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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... All our pleasure known to us poor swains , All our merry meetings on the plains , All our evening sport from us is fled , All our Love is lost , for Love is dead . Farewell , sweet lass , thy like ne'er was For Lyra Elegantiarum .
... All our pleasure known to us poor swains , All our merry meetings on the plains , All our evening sport from us is fled , All our Love is lost , for Love is dead . Farewell , sweet lass , thy like ne'er was For Lyra Elegantiarum .
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... ne'er was For a sweet content , the cause of all my moan : Poor Coridon must live alone ; Other help for him I see that there is none . William Shakspere . VII . A RENUNCIATION . IF women could be fair , and yet not fond , Or that their ...
... ne'er was For a sweet content , the cause of all my moan : Poor Coridon must live alone ; Other help for him I see that there is none . William Shakspere . VII . A RENUNCIATION . IF women could be fair , and yet not fond , Or that their ...
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... ne'er so witty ; A beggar that is dumb , you know , May challenge double pity . Then wrong not , dearest to my heart , My true , tho ' secret passion ; He smarteth most that hides his smart , And sues for no compassion . Sir Walter ...
... ne'er so witty ; A beggar that is dumb , you know , May challenge double pity . Then wrong not , dearest to my heart , My true , tho ' secret passion ; He smarteth most that hides his smart , And sues for no compassion . Sir Walter ...
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... ne'er the more despair ; If she loves me , this believe , I will die ere she shall grieve ; If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? George Wither . XXXIX . THE ...
... ne'er the more despair ; If she loves me , this believe , I will die ere she shall grieve ; If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? George Wither . XXXIX . THE ...
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... ne'er agree ; The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy ; And they , methinks , deserve my pity , Who for it can endure the stings , The crowd , and buz , and murmurings Of this great hive , the city . Ah ...
... ne'er agree ; The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy ; And they , methinks , deserve my pity , Who for it can endure the stings , The crowd , and buz , and murmurings Of this great hive , the city . Ah ...
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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.