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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... lady's love is lost , God wot : Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love , There a nay is placed without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ; O frowning Fortune , cursed , fickle dame ! For now I see inconstancy More in women ...
... lady's love is lost , God wot : Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love , There a nay is placed without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ; O frowning Fortune , cursed , fickle dame ! For now I see inconstancy More in women ...
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... cares can make the sweetest loves to frown : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? His flocks are folded ; he comes home at night Lyra Elegantiarum . 5.
... cares can make the sweetest loves to frown : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? His flocks are folded ; he comes home at night Lyra Elegantiarum . 5.
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... lady of the May . Nicholas Breton . X. SEND back my long - stray'd eyes to me , Which , O ! too long have dwelt on thee : But if from you they've learnt such ill , To sweetly smile , And then beguile , Keep the deceivers , keep them ...
... lady of the May . Nicholas Breton . X. SEND back my long - stray'd eyes to me , Which , O ! too long have dwelt on thee : But if from you they've learnt such ill , To sweetly smile , And then beguile , Keep the deceivers , keep them ...
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... lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And well the car Love guideth . As she goes all hearts do duty Unto her beauty ; And enamour'd , do wish , as they might But enjoy such a sight , That they still were to run by her ...
... lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And well the car Love guideth . As she goes all hearts do duty Unto her beauty ; And enamour'd , do wish , as they might But enjoy such a sight , That they still were to run by her ...
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... lady so coy to woo , Who gave me the ass so plain ; Yet would I her ass freely be , So she would help , and bear with me . An ' I were as fair as she , Or she were as kind as me , What pair could have made , as we So pretty a sympathy ...
... lady so coy to woo , Who gave me the ass so plain ; Yet would I her ass freely be , So she would help , and bear with me . An ' I were as fair as she , Or she were as kind as me , What pair could have made , as we So pretty a sympathy ...
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Alexander Pope Araminta beauty bliss blush bright Burnham-beeches charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth e'er Earl eyes fair fate fear flowers gaze give grace hand happy haste hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho Henry Luttrell honour hour John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss Lady lass laugh lips live look Lord Love's lover maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night niversity of Gottingen numbers nymph o'er once pain play pleasant pleasure poet poor Praed pray Robert Herrick rose round shepherd sigh sing Sir John Suckling sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sure swain sweet taste tears tell there's thine thing Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro to-morrow true turn'd Twas Unknown vers de société verse vex'd wife William William Cowper young youth
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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 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 57 - 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 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 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.
Page 51 - 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 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 111 - 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 34 - 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 96 - 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.