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... for her love I chose , Chloris , for that damask rose In her cheek , I held so dear
, Yea , a thousand liked well near ; And , in love with all together , Feared the
enjoying either : ' Cause to be of one possess ' d , Barr ' d the hope of all the rest .
... for her love I chose , Chloris , for that damask rose In her cheek , I held so dear
, Yea , a thousand liked well near ; And , in love with all together , Feared the
enjoying either : ' Cause to be of one possess ' d , Barr ' d the hope of all the rest .
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WILLY . Phillis ! she that loved thee long ? Is she the lass hath done thee wrong ?
She that loved thee long and best , Is her love turn ' d to a jest ? CUDDY . She
that long true love profest , She hath robb ' d my heart of rest : For she a new love
...
WILLY . Phillis ! she that loved thee long ? Is she the lass hath done thee wrong ?
She that loved thee long and best , Is her love turn ' d to a jest ? CUDDY . She
that long true love profest , She hath robb ' d my heart of rest : For she a new love
...
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Amongst the rest , one pest ' lent fine , ( His beard no bigger , tho ' , than mine )
Walk ' d on before the rest ; Our landlord looks like nothing to him : The king , God
bless him ! ' twould undo him , Should he go still so drest . But wot you what ?
Amongst the rest , one pest ' lent fine , ( His beard no bigger , tho ' , than mine )
Walk ' d on before the rest ; Our landlord looks like nothing to him : The king , God
bless him ! ' twould undo him , Should he go still so drest . But wot you what ?
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Tis only being in love , or debt , That robs us of our rest , And he that is quite out
of both , Of all the world is blest . He sees the golden age , wherein All things
were free and common ; He eats , he drinks , he takes his restAnd fears nor man
nor ...
Tis only being in love , or debt , That robs us of our rest , And he that is quite out
of both , Of all the world is blest . He sees the golden age , wherein All things
were free and common ; He eats , he drinks , he takes his restAnd fears nor man
nor ...
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In vain you bid my passions cease , And ease my troubled breast ; Your love
alone must give me peaceRestore my wonted rest . But if I fail your heart to move
, Or Lyra Elegantiarum .
In vain you bid my passions cease , And ease my troubled breast ; Your love
alone must give me peaceRestore my wonted rest . But if I fail your heart to move
, Or Lyra Elegantiarum .
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Page 16 - 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 10 - 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 43 - 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 xx - 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 12 - 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 xviii - 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 37 - 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 181 - 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 97 - 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 20 - 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...
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| Title | Lyra Elegantiarum: A Collection of Some of the Best Specimens of Vers de Société and Vers D'occasion in the English Language by Deceased Authors |
| Editor | Frederick Locker-Lampson |
| Publisher | E. Moxon & Company, 1867 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 6 May 2005 |
| Length | 345 pages |
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