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 strán (strany) |
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Strana 10
... beauty , past compare , Made my poor eyes the bolder . Where beauty moves , and wit delights , And signs of kindness bind me , There , oh ! there , where'er I go , I leave my heart behind me . Unknown . XIV . As at noon Dulcina rested ...
... beauty , past compare , Made my poor eyes the bolder . Where beauty moves , and wit delights , And signs of kindness bind me , There , oh ! there , where'er I go , I leave my heart behind me . Unknown . XIV . As at noon Dulcina rested ...
Strana 12
... beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her , one by one . Such fate , ere long , will thee betide , When thou hast handled been awhile , Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; And I will sigh , while some will smile , To see thy ...
... beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her , one by one . Such fate , ere long , will thee betide , When thou hast handled been awhile , Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; And I will sigh , while some will smile , To see thy ...
Strana 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 '
... 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 '
Strana 22
... beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Unknown . XXXV . CHERRY RIPE . THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place ...
... beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Unknown . XXXV . CHERRY RIPE . THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place ...
Strana 39
... beauty nor your wit That can my heart obtain , For they could never conquer yet Either my breast or brain ; For if you'll not prove kind to me , And true as heretofore , Henceforth I'll scorn your slave to be , And doat on you no more ...
... beauty nor your wit That can my heart obtain , For they could never conquer yet Either my breast or brain ; For if you'll not prove kind to me , And true as heretofore , Henceforth I'll scorn your slave to be , And doat on you no more ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.