The Works of Thomas Carew, Sewer in Ordinary to Charles the First: Reprinted from the Original Edition of MDCXL (1640)W. and C. Tait, 1824 - 214 من الصفحات |
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... Jove , A horse the sun , a lambe the god of love ; But shee disdaines the spotlesse sacrifice Of a pure heart that at her altar lyes . Vesta is not displeas'd if her chaste urne Doe with repayred fuell ever burne ; But my saint frownes ...
... Jove , A horse the sun , a lambe the god of love ; But shee disdaines the spotlesse sacrifice Of a pure heart that at her altar lyes . Vesta is not displeas'd if her chaste urne Doe with repayred fuell ever burne ; But my saint frownes ...
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... Jove were too meane a guest . But now her breach of faith far more Afflicts , than did her scorne before . Hard fate to have been once possest As victor of a heart , Atchiev'd with labour and unrest , And then forc'd to depart . If the ...
... Jove were too meane a guest . But now her breach of faith far more Afflicts , than did her scorne before . Hard fate to have been once possest As victor of a heart , Atchiev'd with labour and unrest , And then forc'd to depart . If the ...
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... state . Yet your gracious favour will , They hope , as heretofore , shine still On their endeavours , for they swore , Should Jove descend , they could no more . UPON THE SICKNESSE OF E. S. MUST she then languish 38 CAREW'S POEMS .
... state . Yet your gracious favour will , They hope , as heretofore , shine still On their endeavours , for they swore , Should Jove descend , they could no more . UPON THE SICKNESSE OF E. S. MUST she then languish 38 CAREW'S POEMS .
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... Jove's thunder , make the hearers pine With envie ; doe this , thou shalt be Servant to her , rivall with me . BOLDNESSE IN LOVE . MARKE how the bashfull morne , in vaine Courts the amorous marigold , With sighing blasts , and weeping ...
... Jove's thunder , make the hearers pine With envie ; doe this , thou shalt be Servant to her , rivall with me . BOLDNESSE IN LOVE . MARKE how the bashfull morne , in vaine Courts the amorous marigold , With sighing blasts , and weeping ...
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... Jove shall not smile at me ; This kisse , my heart , and thy faith keepe . Cl . This breathes my soule to thee . Then forth the thicket Thirsis rusht , Where he saw all their play : The swaine stood still , and smil'd , and blusht ; The ...
... Jove shall not smile at me ; This kisse , my heart , and thy faith keepe . Cl . This breathes my soule to thee . Then forth the thicket Thirsis rusht , Where he saw all their play : The swaine stood still , and smil'd , and blusht ; The ...
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الصفحة 90 - O'rspred, was purg'd by thee; The lazie seeds Of servile imitation throwne away; And fresh Invention planted, Thou didst pay The debts of our penurious bankrupt age; Licentious thefts, that make...
الصفحة 22 - 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 3 - Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or...
الصفحة 129 - For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note.
الصفحة 134 - Ask me why I send you here This firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you This primrose all be-pearl'd with dew; I straight will whisper in your ears, The sweets of love are wash'd with tears : Ask me why this...
الصفحة 94 - Then let the Germans fear if Caesar shall, Or the United Princes, rise and fall; But let us, that in myrtle bowers sit Under secure shades, use the benefit Of peace and plenty, which the blessed hand Of our good king gives this obdurate land; Let us of revels sing, and let thy breath, (Which filled fame's trumpet with Gustavus...
الصفحة 22 - Twas I that gave thee thy renown ; Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse exhaled thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; '" Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed thee there.
الصفحة 180 - Are by thy magic made effeminate : Empires, that knew no limits but the poles, Have in thy wanton lap melted away. Thou wert the author of the first excess That drew this reformation on the gods ; Canst thou, then, dream those powers that from heaven Banish'd th...
الصفحة 58 - Read in these roses the sad story Of my hard fate and your own glory : In the white you may discover The paleness of a fainting lover ; In the red, the flames still feeding On my heart with fresh wounds bleeding. The white will tell you how I languish, And the red express my anguish : The white my innocence displaying The red my martyrdom betraying. The frowns that on your brow resided Have those roses thus divided ; Oh ! let your smiles but clear the weather And then they both shall grow together.
الصفحة 52 - MARK how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses to unfold. But when the planet of the day Approacheth with his powerful ray, Then she spreads, then she receives His warmer beams into her virgin leaves...