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 4
... 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 evening sport ...
... 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 evening sport ...
Strana 9
... sing , or tresses brown and bright , - They sing of thee . And if a weary mood , or sad , Possesses me , One thought can all times make me glad , - The thought of thee . And when once more upon my bed , Full wearily , In sweet repose I ...
... sing , or tresses brown and bright , - They sing of thee . And if a weary mood , or sad , Possesses me , One thought can all times make me glad , - The thought of thee . And when once more upon my bed , Full wearily , In sweet repose I ...
Strana 11
... sing both high and low ; Trip no further , pretty sweeting , Journeys end in lovers ' meeting- Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure ...
... sing both high and low ; Trip no further , pretty sweeting , Journeys end in lovers ' meeting- Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure ...
Strana 34
... sing , I should be very willing ; I should not owe one lass a kiss , Nor any rogue one shilling . ' Tis only being in love , or debt , That robs us of our rest , And he that is quite out of both , Of all the world is blest . He sees the ...
... sing , I should be very willing ; I should not owe one lass a kiss , Nor any rogue one shilling . ' Tis only being in love , or debt , That robs us of our rest , And he that is quite out of both , Of all the world is blest . He sees the ...
Strana 46
... sing in vain ! The beauties which adorn'd that age , The shining subjects of his page , Hoping they should inmortat prote Rewarded with success his lone This was the generous poet's scope ; And all an 45 LYRA ELEGANTIARUM .
... sing in vain ! The beauties which adorn'd that age , The shining subjects of his page , Hoping they should inmortat prote Rewarded with success his lone This was the generous poet's scope ; And all an 45 LYRA ELEGANTIARUM .
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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.