Lyria 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 F.A. Stokes & bro., 1889 - 360 էջ |
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... sweet , of sentiment that breaks into humor , and of solemn thought , which , lest it should be too solemn , plunges into laughter ; it is in an especial sense the verse of so- ciety . When society ceases to be simple it be- comes ...
... sweet , of sentiment that breaks into humor , and of solemn thought , which , lest it should be too solemn , plunges into laughter ; it is in an especial sense the verse of so- ciety . When society ceases to be simple it be- comes ...
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... still , And as full of good will , As fair Isiphil , Coliander , Sweet Pomander , Good Cassander ; Steadfast of thought , Well made , well wrought . Far may be sought , Ere you can find . So courteous , so kind UNIV . OF CALIFORNIA ...
... still , And as full of good will , As fair Isiphil , Coliander , Sweet Pomander , Good Cassander ; Steadfast of thought , Well made , well wrought . Far may be sought , Ere you can find . So courteous , so kind UNIV . OF CALIFORNIA ...
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... sweet , you to endanger ; But my soul shall harbor there . " " Well , begone : begone , I say , Lest that Argus ' eyes perceive you . ” O ! unjust is Fortune's sway , Which can make me thus to leave you , And from louts to run away ...
... sweet , you to endanger ; But my soul shall harbor there . " " Well , begone : begone , I say , Lest that Argus ' eyes perceive you . ” O ! unjust is Fortune's sway , Which can make me thus to leave you , And from louts to run away ...
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... sweet birds sing not , Green plants bring not forth ; they die ; Herbs stand weeping , flocks all sleeping , Nymphs back peeping fearfully : All our pleasure known to us poor swains , All our merry meetings on the plains , All our ...
... sweet birds sing not , Green plants bring not forth ; they die ; Herbs stand weeping , flocks all sleeping , Nymphs back peeping fearfully : All our pleasure known to us poor swains , All our merry meetings on the plains , All our ...
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... sweet lass , thy like 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 Shakespere . VII . A RENUNCIATION . IF women could be fair , and yet not ...
... sweet lass , thy like 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 Shakespere . VII . A RENUNCIATION . IF women could be fair , and yet not ...
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Alexander Pope Araminta beauty bliss blush breast bright Burnham-beeches charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth e'er Earl eyes fair fate fear flowers gaze give gone grace hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho hour John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss kiss'd lady Landor lass laugh lips live look Lord Love's lover maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion 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 things Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro to-morrow true Twas Unknown vers de société verse vex'd Walter wife William William Cowper wish young youth
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Էջ 32 - 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.
Էջ 37 - 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.
Էջ 13 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Էջ 59 - 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.
Էջ 16 - 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.
Էջ 22 - ASK ME No MORE ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose ; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note.
Էջ 26 - 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Էջ 113 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Էջ 38 - OUT upon it! I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays, Had it any been but she. Had it any been but she, And that very face, There had been at least ere this A dozen dozen in her place.
Էջ 14 - 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.