The works of Robert Herrick [ed. by T. Maitland]. Repr, 1±ÇW. and C. Tait, 1823 |
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... MISTRESSES . HELPE me , helpe me , now I call To my pretty witchcrafts all ; Old I am , and cannot do That I was accustom'd to . Bring your magicks , spels , and charmes , To enflesh my thighs and armes ; Is there no way to beget In my ...
... MISTRESSES . HELPE me , helpe me , now I call To my pretty witchcrafts all ; Old I am , and cannot do That I was accustom'd to . Bring your magicks , spels , and charmes , To enflesh my thighs and armes ; Is there no way to beget In my ...
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... MISTRESSES . I HAVE lost , and lately , these Many dainty mistresses : Stately Julia , prime of all ; Sapho next , a principall : Smooth Anthea , for a skin White , and heaven - like chrystalline : Sweet Electra , and the choice Myrha ...
... MISTRESSES . I HAVE lost , and lately , these Many dainty mistresses : Stately Julia , prime of all ; Sapho next , a principall : Smooth Anthea , for a skin White , and heaven - like chrystalline : Sweet Electra , and the choice Myrha ...
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... They doe grow ? I answer , there , Where my Julia's lips doe smile , There's the land , or cherry - ile ; Whose plantations fully show All the yeere where cherries grow . D TO HIS MISTRESSES . PUT on your silks ; and HESPERIDES . 25.
... They doe grow ? I answer , there , Where my Julia's lips doe smile , There's the land , or cherry - ile ; Whose plantations fully show All the yeere where cherries grow . D TO HIS MISTRESSES . PUT on your silks ; and HESPERIDES . 25.
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Robert Herrick Thomas Maitland (lord Dundrennan). TO HIS MISTRESSES . PUT on your silks ; and , piece by piece , Give them the scent of amber - greece ; And for your breaths , too , let them smell Ambrosia - like , or nectarell ; While ...
Robert Herrick Thomas Maitland (lord Dundrennan). TO HIS MISTRESSES . PUT on your silks ; and , piece by piece , Give them the scent of amber - greece ; And for your breaths , too , let them smell Ambrosia - like , or nectarell ; While ...
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... mistresses . I have one , and she alone , Of a thousand thousand known , Dead to all compassion . Such an one as will repeat Both the cause , and make the heat More by provocation great . Gentle friends , though I despaire Of my cure ...
... mistresses . I have one , and she alone , Of a thousand thousand known , Dead to all compassion . Such an one as will repeat Both the cause , and make the heat More by provocation great . Gentle friends , though I despaire Of my cure ...
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175 ÆäÀÌÁö - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street And open fields and we not see't? Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey The proclamation made for May...
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go...
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... ere this is come Back, and with white-thorn laden home. Some have despatched their cakes and cream, Before that we have left to dream: And some have wept and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth : Many a green-gown has been given, Many a kiss, both odd and even: Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament: Many a jest told of the keys...
247 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely Leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er...
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - Myrha, for the lute and voice ; Next, Corinna, for her wit, And the graceful use of it, With Perilla : All are gone...
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where so much syrup ran at waste : Besides, know this, I never sting The flower that gives me nourishing; But with a kiss, or thanks, do pay For honey that I bear away. This said, he laid his little scrip Of honey 'fore her ladyship; And told her, as some tears did fall, That, that he took, and that was all. At which she...
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - To THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting. The sooner will his race be run, 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...
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - TO DIANEME. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes Which starlike sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud, that you can see All hearts your captives ; yours yet free : Be you not proud of that rich hair Which wantons with the lovesick air ; Whenas that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone When all your world of beauty's gone.