Golden apples of Hesperus, poems not in the collections [ed. by W.J. Linton].1882 |
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... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Ne at no wanton play , Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mix'd with shamefacedness ; All vice she ...
... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Ne at no wanton play , Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mix'd with shamefacedness ; All vice she ...
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... doth exceed , As morning bright with scarlet sky doth pass the evening's weed , As mellow pears above harsh crabs esteemed be , So doth my Love surmount them all whom yet I hap to see . The oak shall olives bear , the lamb the lion fray ...
... doth exceed , As morning bright with scarlet sky doth pass the evening's weed , As mellow pears above harsh crabs esteemed be , So doth my Love surmount them all whom yet I hap to see . The oak shall olives bear , the lamb the lion fray ...
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... Doth spoil the ground of summer's green , While spring - time sweet the leaf returns That late on tree could not be seen , While summer burns , while harvest reigns , Still , still do rage my restless pains . No end I find in all my ...
... Doth spoil the ground of summer's green , While spring - time sweet the leaf returns That late on tree could not be seen , While summer burns , while harvest reigns , Still , still do rage my restless pains . No end I find in all my ...
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... doth rise And grief on grief , doth heap with store , To make her heart of wax alone And not of flint and marble stone ? O Lady ! show thy favour yet : Let not thy servant die for thee ! Where Rigour ruled let Mercy sit ! Let Pity ...
... doth rise And grief on grief , doth heap with store , To make her heart of wax alone And not of flint and marble stone ? O Lady ! show thy favour yet : Let not thy servant die for thee ! Where Rigour ruled let Mercy sit ! Let Pity ...
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... doth thee torment . A happy thing for me it were . ( If God were so content ) That thou with pen wert placed here And I sat in thy place : Then I should joy as thou dost now , And thou shouldst wail thy case . 00000000 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ...
... doth thee torment . A happy thing for me it were . ( If God were so content ) That thou with pen wert placed here And I sat in thy place : Then I should joy as thou dost now , And thou shouldst wail thy case . 00000000 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ...
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AMETAS art thou auld beauty bel ami beneath bless'd bliss breast breath bright brow call'd CARMELA cheek CHORUS CLORINDA clouds count our slaves DAMON dark Dear death DORON doth dreams earth EBENEZER JONES ENONE face fair fairest fear fire flowers frae glory golden grace green hair HAMADRYAD hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hesperus Jean JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Kings of Gold kiss lady Janet LANDOR light lips live love anew love true Love's merry mind moon mountain N'oserez-vous ne'er never night Nymph o'er pain pity Poems priè Proserpina RHAICOS RICHARD HENGIST HORNE rose shepherds shine sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG soul stay Stella sweet tears thee thine eyes thing THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK thou art Thou lovest amiss thou wished star thoughts tongue tree Venus weep WILLIAM BELL SCOTT wind wing woes WORLD IS BURNING
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Page 85 - The Picture of Little TC in a Prospect of Flowers SEE with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days! In the green grass she loves to lie, And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers, and gives them names: But only with the roses plays; And them does tell What colour best becomes them, and what smell. Who can foretell for what high cause This darling of the gods was born!
Page 32 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes 6ft do miss.
Page 14 - Only joy, now here you are, Fit to hear and ease my care; Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain; Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
Page 117 - With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same...
Page 116 - Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind...
Page 91 - Ametas. Think'st Thou that this Love can stand, Whilst Thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay.
Page 115 - Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian, They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
Page 115 - Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt today, or did I see The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
Page 57 - Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtime's harbinger, With her bells dim...
Page 125 - The bowl goes trim ; the moon doth shine ; And our ballast is old wine : And your ballast is old wine.