 | Abraham Mills - 1858 - 594 страници
...From these poems we select the following addresses, both of which are certainly very beautiful : — TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. Tell me not, sweet,...too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, l.ov ,1 I not honour more. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. When love with unconfined wings Hovers within... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 336 страници
...wars, and reconciles, with equal truth and grace of feeling, the soldier's and the lover's duty: — " Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That, from the nunnery..."Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore : / could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more." This soldier's services in the cause... | |
 | John Pendleton Kennedy - 1860 - 452 страници
...not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and anus I fly. * True, a new mistress, now I chase, The first...stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 4 Tet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore : I could not love thoe, dear, so much, Loved... | |
 | John Pendleton Kennedy - 1860 - 450 страници
...a favor for it because it has a stirring relish. It runs thus : ' Tell me not, sweet, I am nnklnd, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet...war and arms I fly. ' True, a new mistress, now I chnse, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 4... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 страници
...your time ; And while ye may, go marry : For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry. TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet,...too shall adore ; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. Colonel Lovelace LXXXIV ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA You meaner beauties of... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 560 страници
...ravelleYl. Do not, then, wind up that light In ribands, and o'ercloud in night, TO LUCASTA, OS GOING TO THB WARS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the...too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. THE SCRUTINY. Why should you say I am forsworn. Since thine I vowed... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 552 страници
...night, Like the Sun in 's early ray, But shake your head, and scatter day ! TO LUCA6TA, ON GOING TO THK WARS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the...too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. THK SCRt'TINT. Why should you say I am forsworn. Since thine I vowed... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 526 страници
...not, then, wind up that light In ribands, and o'ercloud in night, TO LTJCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WAKS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery...too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. THE SCRUTINY. "Why should you say I am forsworn. Since thine I vowed... | |
 | English language - 1861 - 312 страници
...— conceited, yet elegant and tender, — as, for instance, in his doubly gallant little epigram — TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. Tell me not, sweet,...new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field j And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you,... | |
 | English poems - 1863 - 364 страници
...lover. They show a deep devotion to his king and his mistress, and are both graceful and spirited,] TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery...too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. RICHARD LOYELACE. WHEN love with unconfined... | |
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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.... 
