Lyra elegantiarum, a collection of some of the best specimens of vers de société and vers d'occasion in the English language, ed. by F. LockerFrederick Locker- Lampson 1867 |
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... thing gives per- fection , yet perfection is not a little thing . " The poet to succeed in these hazardous pieces must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world , as with the studies of taste , to whom labour is negligence ...
... thing gives per- fection , yet perfection is not a little thing . " The poet to succeed in these hazardous pieces must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world , as with the studies of taste , to whom labour is negligence ...
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... thing , As sweet unto a shepherd as a king , And sweeter , too ; For kings have cares that wait upon a crown , And cares can make the sweetest loves to frown : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do gain , What lady ...
... thing , As sweet unto a shepherd as a king , And sweeter , too ; For kings have cares that wait upon a crown , And cares can make the sweetest loves to frown : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do gain , What lady ...
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... thing that's good , she is ? In yonder tulip go and seek , There thou may'st find her lip , her cheek ; In yon enamell'd pansy by , There thou shalt have her curious eye ; In bloom of peach , in rosy bud , There wave the streamers of ...
... thing that's good , she is ? In yonder tulip go and seek , There thou may'st find her lip , her cheek ; In yon enamell'd pansy by , There thou shalt have her curious eye ; In bloom of peach , in rosy bud , There wave the streamers of ...
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... thing will soon away ; Then , nymphs , take vantage while ye may , And this is love , as I hear say . " Yet , what is love ? good shepherd , show ! ” — A thing that creeps , it cannot go , A prize that passeth to and fro , A thing for ...
... thing will soon away ; Then , nymphs , take vantage while ye may , And this is love , as I hear say . " Yet , what is love ? good shepherd , show ! ” — A thing that creeps , it cannot go , A prize that passeth to and fro , A thing for ...
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... things have seen ; O things without compare ! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground , Be it at wake or fair . At Charing Cross , hard by the way Where we ( thou knowst ) do sell our hay , There is a house with ...
... things have seen ; O things without compare ! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground , Be it at wake or fair . At Charing Cross , hard by the way Where we ( thou knowst ) do sell our hay , There is a house with ...
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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 king 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 24 - 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 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 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 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 209 - 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 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.
Page 13 - SEE the chariot at hand here of Love Wherein my 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...