The Helicon of Love: A Selection from the Poets of the Sixteenth and Seventeenth CenturiesH.G. Clarke and Company, 66, Old Bailey., 1844 - 123ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidering all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from.
... , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidering all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from.
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... leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ? why then be sure , She invites thee to the cure . Doth she cross thy suit with " No ? " Tush she loves to hear thee woo . Doth she call the faith of men In question ? nay ...
... leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ? why then be sure , She invites thee to the cure . Doth she cross thy suit with " No ? " Tush she loves to hear thee woo . Doth she call the faith of men In question ? nay ...
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... leave : No man can print a kiss , lines may deccive . ROBERT GREEN . Born about 1554 , died 1592 . FAIR SAMELA . Like to Diana in her summer weed , Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye , Goes fair Samela . Whiter than be flocks ...
... leave : No man can print a kiss , lines may deccive . ROBERT GREEN . Born about 1554 , died 1592 . FAIR SAMELA . Like to Diana in her summer weed , Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye , Goes fair Samela . Whiter than be flocks ...
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... leaves , the ground with flowers , And time of year reviveth ev'ry thing . And lovely Nature smiles , and nothing lowers ; Then Philomela most doth strain her breast With night complaints , and sits in little rest . This bird's estate I ...
... leaves , the ground with flowers , And time of year reviveth ev'ry thing . And lovely Nature smiles , and nothing lowers ; Then Philomela most doth strain her breast With night complaints , and sits in little rest . This bird's estate I ...
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... leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ; That the lover , sick to death , 8 Wish'd himself the heaven's - breath . Air , quoth he , thy checks may blow Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn , Ne'er ...
... leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ; That the lover , sick to death , 8 Wish'd himself the heaven's - breath . Air , quoth he , thy checks may blow Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn , Ne'er ...
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adorn angel Beauty's birds blest blush Born bosom breast breath bright buds Castara Celia charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE dear death delight desire despair died disdain divine doth dwell e'er echo ring EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair Samela Fayre fears fire flame flowers gentle GEORGE CHAPMAN GEORGE GASCOIGNE golden grace grief hair hast hath heart heaven HENRY GLAPTHORNE HENRY WILLOBY honey joyes kiss Ladies leave light lily lips live look lov'd love thee Love's lover MATTHEW PRIOR MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morn move NATHANIEL FIELD Nature's ne'er never night nought Numbering pain passion pity pleasure praise prove RICHARD LOVELACE risc rose SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shine sigh sing sleep smiles soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring star sweet tears tell thine thing THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MIDDLETON thought thy beautie thy love tongue unto virgin virtues vows wanton Whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wind youth
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103 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
68 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.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - Open the temple gates unto my Love, Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the posts adorn as doth behove, And all the pillars deck with garlands trim...
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - COME live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or Steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand...
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...