Lyra Elegantiarum: A Collection of Some of the Best Social and Occasional Verse by Deceased English AuthorsFrederick Locker-Lampson, Coulson Kernahan |
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... Miss May Probyn , and others ; and of Dr. O. W. Holmes , perhaps the best living writer of this species of verse , and Messrs . James Russell Lowell , Brete Harte , J. G. Saxe , C. G. Leland , and some who have written anonymously . For ...
... Miss May Probyn , and others ; and of Dr. O. W. Holmes , perhaps the best living writer of this species of verse , and Messrs . James Russell Lowell , Brete Harte , J. G. Saxe , C. G. Leland , and some who have written anonymously . For ...
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... one to the other given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven : My true love hath my heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him and me in one Lyra Elegantiarum . 3.
... one to the other given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven : My true love hath my heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him and me in one Lyra Elegantiarum . 3.
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... miss ; Nay , should I twenty kisses take away , There would be little sign I would do so ; Why then should I this robbery delay ? O , she may wake , and therewith angry grow ! Well , if she do , I'll back restore that one , And twenty ...
... miss ; Nay , should I twenty kisses take away , There would be little sign I would do so ; Why then should I this robbery delay ? O , she may wake , and therewith angry grow ! Well , if she do , I'll back restore that one , And twenty ...
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... miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Unknown . XXXV . CHERRY - RIPE . THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all ...
... miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Unknown . XXXV . CHERRY - RIPE . THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all ...
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... miss . The homely house that harbours quiet rest , The cottage that affords no pride or care , The mean that ' grees with country music best , The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare . Obscured life sets down a type of bliss ; A ...
... miss . The homely house that harbours quiet rest , The cottage that affords no pride or care , The mean that ' grees with country music best , The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare . Obscured life sets down a type of bliss ; A ...
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Ball beauty Ben Jonson blest blush Bouillabaisse bright Burnham-beeches C. S. Calverley charms cheek Chloe cried Cupid dance dear delight Derry doth Earl eyes face fair fear flowers give gone grace grave hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven heigh-ho John Wolcot Jonathan Swift kind kiss kiss'd Lady laugh lips live look Lord lover maid Matthew Prior mind morning muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion pleasant pleasure poem poet Poetical poor Praed pray Robert Herrick rose round shepherd sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul sure swain sweet taste tears tell thee There's thine thing Thomas Carew Thomas Hood Thomas Moore thou thought thro tree Twas Unknown verse Walter Savage Landor wife William William Cowper William Makepeace Thackeray wish young youth
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Page 28 - 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 12 - 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 24 - The 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 ye may, go marry : For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Page 22 - 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 49 - 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 214 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 222 - Sup and bowse from horn and can. I have heard that on a day Mine host's sign-board flew away, Nobody knew whither, till An Astrologer's old quill , To a sheepskin gave the story, — Said he saw you in your glory, Underneath a...
Page 207 - 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 323 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.