Lyra ElegantiarumFrederick Locker-Lampson Edward Moxon & Company, 1867 - 360 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xvii
... gives perfec- tion , 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 ...
... gives perfec- tion , 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 ...
الصفحة xix
... give it variety , the works of contemporary writers have been mixed , and where two authors have written on the same subject , though at different epochs , it has been thought interesting to bring them side by side . For this reason the ...
... give it variety , the works of contemporary writers have been mixed , and where two authors have written on the same subject , though at different epochs , it has been thought interesting to bring them side by side . For this reason the ...
الصفحة 2
... you new beauties see ? Will not they stir new affection ? " . I will think they pictures be ( Image - like of saint perfection ) Poorly counterfeiting thee . " Peace ! I think that some give ear , 2 Lyra Elegantiarum .
... you new beauties see ? Will not they stir new affection ? " . I will think they pictures be ( Image - like of saint perfection ) Poorly counterfeiting thee . " Peace ! I think that some give ear , 2 Lyra Elegantiarum .
الصفحة 3
Frederick Locker-Lampson. " Peace ! I think that some give ear , Come , no more , lest I get anger . " Bliss ! I will my bliss forbear , Fearing , sweet , you to endanger ; But my soul shall harbour there . " Well , begone ... give ear, ...
Frederick Locker-Lampson. " Peace ! I think that some give ear , Come , no more , lest I get anger . " Bliss ! I will my bliss forbear , Fearing , sweet , you to endanger ; But my soul shall harbour there . " Well , begone ... give ear, ...
الصفحة 20
... give , if any , yet but little sound . Deep waters noiseless are ; and this we know , That chiding streams betray small depth below . So when Love speechless is , she doth express A depth in love , and that depth bottomless . Now since ...
... give , if any , yet but little sound . Deep waters noiseless are ; and this we know , That chiding streams betray small depth below . So when Love speechless is , she doth express A depth in love , and that depth bottomless . Now since ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
الصفحة 35 - 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...
الصفحة 189 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly.
الصفحة 92 - 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.
الصفحة 259 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.