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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... TO THE VIRGINS TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME . GATHER ye rose - buds while ye may , Old Time is still a - flying ; And this same flower that smiles to - day , To - morrow will be dying . The glorious lamp of heaven , the Sun , The higher he's a - ...
... TO THE VIRGINS TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME . GATHER ye rose - buds while ye may , Old Time is still a - flying ; And this same flower that smiles to - day , To - morrow will be dying . The glorious lamp of heaven , the Sun , The higher he's a - ...
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... the fair to sighs gave way , Her empty purse beside her lay . Nymph , ah ! cease thy sorrow . Though curst Fortune frown to - night , This odious town can give delight , If you win to - morrow . John Gay . XCVI . THE FEMALE PHAETON ...
... the fair to sighs gave way , Her empty purse beside her lay . Nymph , ah ! cease thy sorrow . Though curst Fortune frown to - night , This odious town can give delight , If you win to - morrow . John Gay . XCVI . THE FEMALE PHAETON ...
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... The amorous youth around her bow'd ; At night her fatal knell was rung ; I saw , and kissed her in her shroud . " Such as she is , who died to - day ; Such I , alas ! may be to - morrow : Go , Damon , bid thy muse display The justice of ...
... The amorous youth around her bow'd ; At night her fatal knell was rung ; I saw , and kissed her in her shroud . " Such as she is , who died to - day ; Such I , alas ! may be to - morrow : Go , Damon , bid thy muse display The justice of ...
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... the Fates decree , Shall still be kept with joy by me : This day then let us not be told That you are sick , and I grown old ; Nor think on our approaching ills , And talk of spectacles and pills : To - morrow will be time enough To ...
... the Fates decree , Shall still be kept with joy by me : This day then let us not be told That you are sick , and I grown old ; Nor think on our approaching ills , And talk of spectacles and pills : To - morrow will be time enough To ...
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Frederick Locker- Lampson. " Dear madam , had you but the spirit to tease ... to be hang'd I can't sleep a wink : For if a new crotchet comes into my brain , I ... morrow , good captain ' — ' I'll wait on you down— ' ' You shan't stir a ...
Frederick Locker- Lampson. " Dear madam , had you but the spirit to tease ... to be hang'd I can't sleep a wink : For if a new crotchet comes into my brain , I ... morrow , good captain ' — ' I'll wait on you down— ' ' You shan't stir a ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...