Select Poems from the Hesperides: Or, Works Both Human and DivineJ. Gutch, 1810 - 253 стор. |
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... dying day . XXXV . LYRICK TO MIRTH . WHILE the milder fates consent , Let's enjoy our merriment ; Drink , and dance , and pipe , and play ; Kiss our dollies night and day : Crown'd with clusters of the vine , Let us sit 23.
... dying day . XXXV . LYRICK TO MIRTH . WHILE the milder fates consent , Let's enjoy our merriment ; Drink , and dance , and pipe , and play ; Kiss our dollies night and day : Crown'd with clusters of the vine , Let us sit 23.
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... drink To Ovid ; and suppose , Made he the pledge , he'd think The world had all one nose . Then this immensive cup Of aromatic wine , Catullus , I quaff up To that terse muse of thine . Wild I am now with heat : O Bacchus ! cool thy ...
... drink To Ovid ; and suppose , Made he the pledge , he'd think The world had all one nose . Then this immensive cup Of aromatic wine , Catullus , I quaff up To that terse muse of thine . Wild I am now with heat : O Bacchus ! cool thy ...
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... drink a tun To my Propertius . Now to Tibullus next : This flood I drink to thee ; But stay , I see a text That this presents to me . Behold , Tibullus lies Here burnt , whose small return Of ashes scarce suffice To fill a little urn ...
... drink a tun To my Propertius . Now to Tibullus next : This flood I drink to thee ; But stay , I see a text That this presents to me . Behold , Tibullus lies Here burnt , whose small return Of ashes scarce suffice To fill a little urn ...
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... drink to your lord's health , Then to the plough the commonwealth ; Next to your flails , your fanes , your fats , Then to the maids with wheaten hats , To the rough sickle , and crook'd sithe , Drink , frolick boys , till all be blithe ...
... drink to your lord's health , Then to the plough the commonwealth ; Next to your flails , your fanes , your fats , Then to the maids with wheaten hats , To the rough sickle , and crook'd sithe , Drink , frolick boys , till all be blithe ...
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... drink no more ; Wild are seas that want a shore . When our drinking has no stint , There is no one pleasure in't . I have drank up , for to please Thee , that great cup Hercules . Urge no more , and there shall be Daffodills giv'n up to ...
... drink no more ; Wild are seas that want a shore . When our drinking has no stint , There is no one pleasure in't . I have drank up , for to please Thee , that great cup Hercules . Urge no more , and there shall be Daffodills giv'n up to ...
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Amaryllis Anacreon Anthea Bacchus BEN JONSON best fits Biancha bless blush bride bring ye love Catullus cheek cherry Chorus Clipseby cowslips crown'd Cupid curious dead Dean Prior doth drink ears ELECTRA ENDYMION PORTER ev'ry eyes fair fairy feast fire fits a little flow'rs give grace hair hand heart hence Herrick Hesperides honour HORAT Hymen HYMN i'th JOHN WICKES Julia keep king kiss lady Leicestershire lilies lines lips live Love's Love's fire Lycidas lyrick maids mirth mistress ne'er Neatherd never night note to poem numbers pearl Perilla pity play poet pretty primrose Robert Herrick roses saint Sappho shew show'rs sing sleep smell smile soft SONG spring stoolball strew sweet tears tell thee Theodorus Bailey thine thing thou art thou dost thou shalt Tibullus tree unto verse virgins wanton wassail weep wine
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Сторінка 134 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Сторінка 44 - Come, my Corinna, come ; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green, and trimm'd with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a bough, Or branch ; each porch, each door, ere this, An ark, a tabernacle is Made up of whitethorn neatly interwove, As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Сторінка 95 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Сторінка 45 - And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth : Many a green-gown has been given ; Many a kiss, both odd and even : Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament : Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd : — yet we're not a Maying.
Сторінка 44 - To come forth like the spring-time fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair : Fear not ; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you : Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.
Сторінка 160 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Сторінка 81 - To MEADOWS. Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers ; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home.
Сторінка 15 - Ribbons to flow confusedly: A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat: A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility: Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
Сторінка 73 - About the cart hear how the rout Of rural younglings raise the shout, Pressing before, some coming after, Those with a shout, and these with laughter. Some bless the cart, some kiss the sheaves, Some prank them up with oaken leaves...
Сторінка 81 - E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.