Poems of Robert Herrick: A Selection from Hesperides and Noble Numbers

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Century Company, 1900 - 227 стор.

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Сторінка 44 - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some Orient pearls unwept ; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night, And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth.
Сторінка 54 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 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...
Сторінка 143 - 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. No...
Сторінка 81 - BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ; 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.
Сторінка 198 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tossed about Either with despair, or doubt, Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
Сторінка 54 - 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 lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Сторінка 197 - Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, Sweet Spirit comfort me! When the artless Doctor sees No one hope but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit comfort me!
Сторінка 43 - And sung their thankful hymns ; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Сторінка 163 - UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES WHENAS in silks my Julia goes Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!
Сторінка xlv - I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness ; I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris ; I sing of times trans-shifting ; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white ; I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The court of Mab, and of the fairy King. I write of Hell ; I sing, and ever shall, Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.

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