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... Lord Houghton , of Messrs . C. S. Cal- verly , George Cayley , Mortimer Collins , and Planché , and of Dr. O. W. Holmes , the American poet , and perhaps the best living writer of this species of verse ; and of some others who have ...
... Lord Houghton , of Messrs . C. S. Cal- verly , George Cayley , Mortimer Collins , and Planché , and of Dr. O. W. Holmes , the American poet , and perhaps the best living writer of this species of verse ; and of some others who have ...
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... lord , One berry from thy hand More real pleasure would afford Than all my large command . My humble love has learn'd to live On what the nicest maid , Without a conscious blush , may give Beneath the myrtle shade . Sir Charles Sedley ...
... lord , One berry from thy hand More real pleasure would afford Than all my large command . My humble love has learn'd to live On what the nicest maid , Without a conscious blush , may give Beneath the myrtle shade . Sir Charles Sedley ...
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... Lord Capel . LXXX . THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE . MARTIAL , the things that do attain The happy life be these , I find— The riches left , not got with pain ; The fruitful ground , the quiet mind , The equal friend ; no grudge , no ...
... Lord Capel . LXXX . THE MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE . MARTIAL , the things that do attain The happy life be these , I find— The riches left , not got with pain ; The fruitful ground , the quiet mind , The equal friend ; no grudge , no ...
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... Lords Justices of Ireland . The humble petition of Frances Harris , who must starve , and die a maid , if it miscarries . Humbly sheweth , That I went to warm myself in Lady Betty's chamber , because I was cold , And I had in a purse ...
... Lords Justices of Ireland . The humble petition of Frances Harris , who must starve , and die a maid , if it miscarries . Humbly sheweth , That I went to warm myself in Lady Betty's chamber , because I was cold , And I had in a purse ...
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... Lord Colway's folks are all very sad ; For my Lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail . ” Pugh ! " said I , " but that's not the business that I ail . " Says Cary , says he , " I've been a servant this five - and- 66 twenty years ...
... Lord Colway's folks are all very sad ; For my Lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail . ” Pugh ! " said I , " but that's not the business that I ail . " Says Cary , says he , " I've been a servant this five - and- 66 twenty years ...
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Page 30 - 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 55 - 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 14 - 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 26 - 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 211 - 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 12 - 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. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 35 - 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...
Page 189 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly.
Page 92 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Page 259 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.