Hesperides, the poems and other remains of R. Herrick, ed. by W.C. Hazlitt, العدد 901،المجلد 1

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الصفحة 185 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
الصفحة 85 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, 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 ye may go marry : For having...
الصفحة 104 - COME sons of summer, by whose toile, We are the lords of wine and oile ; By whose tough labours and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands. Crown'd with the eares of corne, now come, And, to the pipe, sing harvest home.
الصفحة 85 - 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.
الصفحة 113 - Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
الصفحة xxv - Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list ! — If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Ham.
الصفحة 228 - Then let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber, The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. "Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me: And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
الصفحة 17 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
الصفحة 3 - When laurell spirts i' th' fire, and when the hearth Smiles to it selfe, and guilds the roofe with mirth ; When up the thyrse is rais'd, and when the sound Of sacred orgies flyes, a round, a round ; When the rose raignes, and locks with ointments shine, Let rigid Cato read these lines of mine.
الصفحة 244 - To Electra. I DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile ; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee.

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