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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... sighing cries Heigh - ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well , nor full , nor fasting . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies ; If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Heigh ...
... sighing cries Heigh - ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting ; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well , nor full , nor fasting . Why so ? More we enjoy it , more it dies ; If not enjoy'd , it sighing cries Heigh ...
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... sighs so deep procures to weep , In howling wise , to see my doleful plight How sighs resound through heartless ground , Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight ! Clear wells spring not , sweet birds sing not , Green plants bring ...
... sighs so deep procures to weep , In howling wise , to see my doleful plight How sighs resound through heartless ground , Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight ! Clear wells spring not , sweet birds sing not , Green plants bring ...
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... sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . XVII . Sir Robert Ayton . A STOLEN KISS . Now gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes Which , waking , kept my boldest thoughts in ...
... sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . XVII . Sir Robert Ayton . A STOLEN KISS . Now gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes Which , waking , kept my boldest thoughts in ...
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... sigh'd , and sobb'd , and cried , " alas , " For her that laugh'd and call'd me ass . Then knew not I what to do , When I saw it was in vain A lady so coy to woo , Who gave me the ass so plain ; Yet would I her ass freely be , So she ...
... sigh'd , and sobb'd , and cried , " alas , " For her that laugh'd and call'd me ass . Then knew not I what to do , When I saw it was in vain A lady so coy to woo , Who gave me the ass so plain ; Yet would I her ass freely be , So she ...
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... sighs , thus intertalk'd : " Tell me , " said I , in deep distress , 66 Where may I find my shepherdess ? " " Thou fool , " said Love , " know'st thou not this , In every thing that's good , she is ? In yonder tulip go and seek , There ...
... sighs , thus intertalk'd : " Tell me , " said I , in deep distress , 66 Where may I find my shepherdess ? " " Thou fool , " said Love , " know'st thou not this , In every thing that's good , she is ? In yonder tulip go and seek , There ...
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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...