Lyra 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 E. Moxon & Company, 1867 - 360ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... 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 In her sweet and shady bower , Came a shepherd , and requested In her ...
... 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 In her sweet and shady bower , Came a shepherd , and requested In her ...
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... move thee : But I can let thee now alone , As worthy to be loved by none . I do confess thou'rt sweet , yet find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets , Thy favours are but like the wind , That kisses everything it meets : And since thou ...
... move thee : But I can let thee now alone , As worthy to be loved by none . I do confess thou'rt sweet , yet find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets , Thy favours are but like the wind , That kisses everything it meets : And since thou ...
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... 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 ? Prithee why so mute ? Quit , quit , for shame , this will ...
... 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 ? Prithee why so mute ? Quit , quit , for shame , this will ...
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... move Me to perish for her love ? Or her merit's value known Make me quite forget my own ? Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of Best ; If she seem not such to me , What care I how good she be ? ' Cause her fortune ...
... move Me to perish for her love ? Or her merit's value known Make me quite forget my own ? Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of Best ; If she seem not such to me , What care I how good she be ? ' Cause her fortune ...
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... move , To live with thee , and be thy love . Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage , and rocks grow cold , And Philomel becometh dumb ; The rest complain of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To ...
... move , To live with thee , and be thy love . Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage , and rocks grow cold , And Philomel becometh dumb ; The rest complain of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To ...
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Alexander Pope Araminta beauty bliss blush bright Burnham-beeches charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth e'er Earl eyes fair fate fear flowers gaze give grace hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho Henry Luttrell honour hour John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss Lady lass laugh lips live look Lord Love's lover maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen numbers nymph o'er once pain 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 thing Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro to-morrow true turn'd Twas Unknown vers de société verse vex'd wife William William Cowper young youth
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30 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while you may, go marry : For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.