The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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... thine , what fairer name should Fancy choose , On which her notes delighted to prolong ; Thee , whom indeed her sweetest praise might wrong , Though love the raptur'd theme the bard pursues ! Yet , not thy Charms this plausive strain ...
... thine , what fairer name should Fancy choose , On which her notes delighted to prolong ; Thee , whom indeed her sweetest praise might wrong , Though love the raptur'd theme the bard pursues ! Yet , not thy Charms this plausive strain ...
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... thine , To make jestings Of protestings , And break both Word and oath , Keep it still - ' tis none of mine . Yet send me back my heart and eyes , That I may know and see thy lies ; And may laugh and joy when thou Art in anguish , And ...
... thine , To make jestings Of protestings , And break both Word and oath , Keep it still - ' tis none of mine . Yet send me back my heart and eyes , That I may know and see thy lies ; And may laugh and joy when thou Art in anguish , And ...
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... thine ! No April can revive thy wither'd flow'rs , Whose springing grace adorns thy glory now ; Swift speedy Time , feather'd with flying hours , Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow . Then do not thou such treasure waste in vain ...
... thine ! No April can revive thy wither'd flow'rs , Whose springing grace adorns thy glory now ; Swift speedy Time , feather'd with flying hours , Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow . Then do not thou such treasure waste in vain ...
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... thine eyes ; Examine well thy beauty with my truth ; And cross my cares , e'er greater sums arise . Read it , sweet Maid ! though it be done but slightly : Who can shew all his love , doth love but lightly . My spotless love hovers with ...
... thine eyes ; Examine well thy beauty with my truth ; And cross my cares , e'er greater sums arise . Read it , sweet Maid ! though it be done but slightly : Who can shew all his love , doth love but lightly . My spotless love hovers with ...
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... thine own distress ; When ev'ry place presents like face of woe , And no remove can make thy sorrows less ? Yet go , Forsaken ! leave these woods , these plains ; Leave her and all , and all for her that leaves Thee and thy love forlorn ...
... thine own distress ; When ev'ry place presents like face of woe , And no remove can make thy sorrows less ? Yet go , Forsaken ! leave these woods , these plains ; Leave her and all , and all for her that leaves Thee and thy love forlorn ...
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Сторінка 29 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Сторінка 43 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Сторінка 44 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Сторінка 46 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss...
Сторінка 111 - 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. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Сторінка 112 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Сторінка 44 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Сторінка 66 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Сторінка 67 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown? 39 So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
Сторінка 45 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.