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 |
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... twas named another's health , Perhaps he made it hers by stealth , And who could help it , Dick ? O ' th ' sudden up they rise and dance ; Then sit again , and sigh , and glance ; Then dance again , and kiss . Thus several ways 32 Lyra ...
... twas named another's health , Perhaps he made it hers by stealth , And who could help it , Dick ? O ' th ' sudden up they rise and dance ; Then sit again , and sigh , and glance ; Then dance again , and kiss . Thus several ways 32 Lyra ...
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... twas thought he guess'd her mind , And did not mean to stay behind Above an hour or so . Sir John Suckling . XLVII . TO MR . THOMAS SOUTHERNE , On his Birthday , 1742 . RESIGN'D to live , prepared to die , With not one sin , -but poetry ...
... twas thought he guess'd her mind , And did not mean to stay behind Above an hour or so . Sir John Suckling . XLVII . TO MR . THOMAS SOUTHERNE , On his Birthday , 1742 . RESIGN'D to live , prepared to die , With not one sin , -but poetry ...
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... Twas I that gave thee thy renown : Thou hadst , in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties , lived unknown Had not my verse exhaled thy name , And with it impt the wings of Fame . That killing power is none of thine ! I gave 40 Lyra ...
... Twas I that gave thee thy renown : Thou hadst , in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties , lived unknown Had not my verse exhaled thy name , And with it impt the wings of Fame . That killing power is none of thine ! I gave 40 Lyra ...
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... twas wealth gave joy and mirth , And that to be the dearest wife Of one , who labour'd all his life To make a mine of gold his own , And not spend sixpence when he'd done , Was heaven upon earth . When these two blades had done , d'ye ...
... twas wealth gave joy and mirth , And that to be the dearest wife Of one , who labour'd all his life To make a mine of gold his own , And not spend sixpence when he'd done , Was heaven upon earth . When these two blades had done , d'ye ...
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... Twas a sad rainy night'- ' but the morning is fine . ' ' Pray how does my lady ? ' - ' My wife's at your service . ' ' I think I have seen her picture by Jervis . ' ' Good morrow , good captain ' -'I'll wait on you down— ' ' You shan't ...
... Twas a sad rainy night'- ' but the morning is fine . ' ' Pray how does my lady ? ' - ' My wife's at your service . ' ' I think I have seen her picture by Jervis . ' ' Good morrow , good captain ' -'I'll wait on you down— ' ' You shan't ...
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Alexander Pope Araminta beauty bliss blush bright Burnham-beeches captain charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth e'er Earl Edmund Waller eyes fair fate fear flowers gaze give grace hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho honour hour John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss lady lass laugh lips live look Lord Love's lover madam maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain parson play pleasant pleasure poet poor pray Robert Herrick rose round shepherd sigh sing Sir John Suckling sleep smile soft song soul sure swain sweet taste tears tell There's thine thing Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro to-day to-morrow true Twas Unknown vers de société verse vex'd wife William William Cowper wine young youth
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Page 18 - 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.
Page 12 - 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?
Page 45 - 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.
Page 2 - 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.
Page 14 - 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.
Page xx - 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.
Page 39 - 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.
Page 183 - 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.
Page 99 - 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...
Page 22 - 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...