The Poetical Works of Robert Herrick, Том 1

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G. Bell and Sons, 1893
 

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Страница 97 - 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. 4. Then be not coy, but use your time ; And while ye may, goe marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Страница 21 - RUBIES: AND THE QUARRIE OF PEARLS. SOME ask'd me where the Rubies grew ? And nothing I did say: But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where ? Then spoke I to my Girle, To part her lips, and shew'd them there The
Страница 14 - 53. CHERRIE-RIPE. CHERRIE-RIPE, Ripe, Ripe, I cry, Full and faire ones ; come and buy : If so be, you ask me where They doe grow ? I answer, There, Where my Julia's lips doe smile; There's the Land, or Cherry-Ile : Whose Plantations fully show All the yeere, where Cherries grow.
Страница 129 - to be : Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. 2. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart
Страница 219 - 3. But you are lovely Leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'r so brave : And after they have shown their pride, Like you a while: They glide Into the Grave.
Страница li - I sing (and ever shall) Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all. 2. To HIS MUSE. WHITHER, Mad maiden, wilt thou roame ? Farre safer 'twere to stay at home: Where thou mayst sit, and piping please The poore and private Cottages. Since Coats,
Страница 145 - From all mischances, that may fright Your pleasing slumbers in the night: Mercie secure ye all, and keep The Goblin from ye, while ye sleep. Past one aclock, and almost two, My Masters all, Good day to you. 301. BASHFULNESSE. OF all our parts, the eyes expresse The sweetest kind of bashfulnesse. 302. To THE MOST
Страница 78 - So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endlesse night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying;
Страница li - and piece by piece Of Balme, of Oyle, of Spice, and Amber-Greece. I sing of Times trans-shifting; and I write How Roses first came Red, and Lillies White. I write of Groves, of Twilights, and I sing The Court of
Страница 149 - 311. UPON A CHILD THAT DYED. HERE she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood: Who, as soone, fell fast asleep, As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings ; but not stir The earth, that lightly covers her. 312. UPON SNEAPE. EPIG.

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