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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... ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double 22 Lyra Elegantiarum .
... ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double 22 Lyra Elegantiarum .
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... pleasant mazes of her hair ; Love does on both her lips for ever stray , And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there : In all her outward parts Love's always seen ; But oh ! he never went within . Abraham Cowley . LXII . TO CARNATIONS ...
... pleasant mazes of her hair ; Love does on both her lips for ever stray , And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there : In all her outward parts Love's always seen ; But oh ! he never went within . Abraham Cowley . LXII . TO CARNATIONS ...
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... pleasant grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do with chains my body bind , My king alone can captivate my mind ...
... pleasant grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ; Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do with chains my body bind , My king alone can captivate my mind ...
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... Pleasant as it is to hear Scandal tickling in our ear , E'en of our own mothers ; In the chit - chat of the day , To us is paid , when we're away , What we lent to others . Though the favourite Toast I reign ; Wine , they say , that ...
... Pleasant as it is to hear Scandal tickling in our ear , E'en of our own mothers ; In the chit - chat of the day , To us is paid , when we're away , What we lent to others . Though the favourite Toast I reign ; Wine , they say , that ...
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... pleasant : " Give me again my hollow tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! " Alexander Pope CXXXVII . THE DYING LOVER . DEAR Love , let me this evening die , O smile not to prevent it ; Dead with my rivals let me lie , Or we shall ...
... pleasant : " Give me again my hollow tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! " Alexander Pope CXXXVII . THE DYING LOVER . DEAR Love , let me this evening die , O smile not to prevent it ; Dead with my rivals let me lie , Or we shall ...
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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.