Hesperides: Or, The Works Both Humane and Divine of Robert Herrick, Том 1W. Pickering, 1846 - 613 страници |
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... are fo cleane , so chaft , as none may feare Cato the Cenfor , fho'd he scan each here . Upon Love . Ove fcorch'd my finger , but did spare The burning of my heart ; D To fignifie , in Love my share Sho'd be a HESPERIDES . 33.
... are fo cleane , so chaft , as none may feare Cato the Cenfor , fho'd he scan each here . Upon Love . Ove fcorch'd my finger , but did spare The burning of my heart ; D To fignifie , in Love my share Sho'd be a HESPERIDES . 33.
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... chaft : By whose warme fide thou doft fecurely fleep , While Love the Centinell doth keep , With those deeds done by day , which n'er affright Thy filken flumbers in the night . Nor has the darknesse power to usher in Feare to those ...
... chaft : By whose warme fide thou doft fecurely fleep , While Love the Centinell doth keep , With those deeds done by day , which n'er affright Thy filken flumbers in the night . Nor has the darknesse power to usher in Feare to those ...
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... chaft defire Shall move t'wards you ; although I fee Your face no more : So live you free From Fames black lips , as you from me . Single Life moft fecure . Sufpicion , Difcontent , and Strife , Come in for Dowrie with a Wife . The ...
... chaft defire Shall move t'wards you ; although I fee Your face no more : So live you free From Fames black lips , as you from me . Single Life moft fecure . Sufpicion , Difcontent , and Strife , Come in for Dowrie with a Wife . The ...
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... chaft flesh and blood Can fhew where you or grew , or stood . You are a full - fpread faire - fet Vine , And can with Tendrills love intwine , Yet dry'd , ere you diftill your Wine . You are like Balme inclosed , well , In Amber , or ...
... chaft flesh and blood Can fhew where you or grew , or stood . You are a full - fpread faire - fet Vine , And can with Tendrills love intwine , Yet dry'd , ere you diftill your Wine . You are like Balme inclosed , well , In Amber , or ...
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... chaft Order You are now the Queene : Witnesse their Homage , when they come and strew Your Walks with Flowers , and give their Crowns to you . Your Leavie - Throne , with Lilly - work , poffeffe ; And be both Princesse here , and ...
... chaft Order You are now the Queene : Witnesse their Homage , when they come and strew Your Walks with Flowers , and give their Crowns to you . Your Leavie - Throne , with Lilly - work , poffeffe ; And be both Princesse here , and ...
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Страница 167 - 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Страница 144 - 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. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree; Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee.
Страница 89 - There's not a budding boy or girl this day But is got up, and gone to bring in May.
Страница 237 - 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.
Страница 126 - ... weep My pains asleep ; And give me such reposes That I, poor I, May think thereby I live and die 'Mongst roses. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. Melt, melt my pains With thy soft strains ; That, having ease me given, With full delight I leave this light, And take my flight For heaven.
Страница 88 - 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! Wash, dress, be brief in praying: Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.
Страница 108 - TO VIOLETS WELCOME, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring ; And wait upon her. She has virgins many, Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any.
Страница 240 - Then may your plants be pressed with fruit, Nor bee or hive you have be mute, But sweetly sounding like a lute. Next may your duck and teeming hen Both to the cock's-tread say Amen, And for their two eggs render ten. Last, may your harrows, shares and ploughs, Your stacks, your stocks, your sweetest mows, All prosper by your virgin-vows.
Страница xx - t shall do so for thee. Bid me to weep, and I will weep, While I have eyes to see: And having none, yet I will keep A heart to weep for thee. Bid me despair, and I'll despair Under that cypress tree: Or bid me die, and I will dare 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.
Страница 78 - SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes Which, starlike, sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free ; Be you not proud of that rich hair Which wantons with the love-sick air ; Whenas that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone When all your world of beauty's gone.