Lyra Elegantiarum: A Collection of Some of the Best Social and Occasional Verse by Deceased English AuthorsFrederick Locker-Lampson, Coulson Kernahan Ward, Lock, 1891 - 425 strán (strany) |
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Strana 53
... trees , her cage a pleasant grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do with chains my body bind , My king alone can ...
... trees , her cage a pleasant grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do with chains my body bind , My king alone can ...
Strana 57
... trees in summer yield him shade , In winter , fire . Blest , who can unconcern'dly find Hours , days , and years slide soft away In health of body , peace of mind , Quiet by day , Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd ...
... trees in summer yield him shade , In winter , fire . Blest , who can unconcern'dly find Hours , days , and years slide soft away In health of body , peace of mind , Quiet by day , Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd ...
Strana 70
... Before such pursuers the chaste virgin flies : And as Ovid so sweetly in parable told , We harden like trees , and like rivers grow cold . Lady Mary W. Montagu . CII . THE merchant , to secure his treasure , 70 Lyra Elegantiarum .
... Before such pursuers the chaste virgin flies : And as Ovid so sweetly in parable told , We harden like trees , and like rivers grow cold . Lady Mary W. Montagu . CII . THE merchant , to secure his treasure , 70 Lyra Elegantiarum .
Strana 93
... trees : And , once a year , a single rose Peeps from the bud , but never blows ; In vain then you expect its bloom ! It cannot blow for want of room . In short , in all your boasted seat , There's nothing but yourself that's GREAT . Dr ...
... trees : And , once a year , a single rose Peeps from the bud , but never blows ; In vain then you expect its bloom ! It cannot blow for want of room . In short , in all your boasted seat , There's nothing but yourself that's GREAT . Dr ...
Strana 105
... tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! " Alexander Pope CXXXVII . THE DYING LOVER . DEAR Love , let me this evening die , O smile not to prevent it ; Dead with my rivals let me lie , Or we shall both repent it . Frown quickly then ...
... tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! " Alexander Pope CXXXVII . THE DYING LOVER . DEAR Love , let me this evening die , O smile not to prevent it ; Dead with my rivals let me lie , Or we shall both repent it . Frown quickly then ...
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Alexander Pope beauty bliss blush Bouillabaisse bright Burnham-beeches C. S. Calverley charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dear delight Derry doth Earl eyes face fair fancy fear flowers give gone grace grave hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss Lady 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 poem poet poor Praed pray Robert Herrick rose round shepherd sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul sure swain sweet taste tears tell thee There's thine thing Thomas Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro tree Twas Unknown verse Walter Savage Landor wife William William Cowper William Makepeace Thackeray wine wish young youth
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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,...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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?
Strana 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.