Golden apples of Hesperus, poems not in the collections [ed. by W.J. Linton].1882 |
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... streams long cheer this mountain , So serpent ne'er thee stain , nor scorch thee sun , So may with gentle beams thee kiss the moon ! ) Dost thou not mourn to want so fair a treasure ? While She her glass'd in thee rich Tagus ' treasure ...
... streams long cheer this mountain , So serpent ne'er thee stain , nor scorch thee sun , So may with gentle beams thee kiss the moon ! ) Dost thou not mourn to want so fair a treasure ? While She her glass'd in thee rich Tagus ' treasure ...
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... stream proud of so gay a treasure , Such was my Fair when she sat by this fountain , With other nymphs , to shun the amorous Sun. As is our earth in absence of the sun , Or when of sun deprivèd is the moon , As is without a verdant ...
... stream proud of so gay a treasure , Such was my Fair when she sat by this fountain , With other nymphs , to shun the amorous Sun. As is our earth in absence of the sun , Or when of sun deprivèd is the moon , As is without a verdant ...
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... . Here she closed again . And some Apollo would have come Say - To have cured his wounded limb , — But that she had smother'd him . ROBERT HERRICK GLI THE TEAR LIDE , gentle Streams ! WILLIAM BROWNE [1588 — 1643] VENUS AND ADONIS XI.
... . Here she closed again . And some Apollo would have come Say - To have cured his wounded limb , — But that she had smother'd him . ROBERT HERRICK GLI THE TEAR LIDE , gentle Streams ! WILLIAM BROWNE [1588 — 1643] VENUS AND ADONIS XI.
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Hesperus William James Linton. ROBERT HERRICK GLI THE TEAR LIDE , gentle Streams ! and bear Along with you my tear To that coy Girl Who smiles , yet slays Me with delays , And strings my tears as pearl . See ! see ! She's yonder set ...
Hesperus William James Linton. ROBERT HERRICK GLI THE TEAR LIDE , gentle Streams ! and bear Along with you my tear To that coy Girl Who smiles , yet slays Me with delays , And strings my tears as pearl . See ! see ! She's yonder set ...
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... streams . But , ah ! the sickle ! golden ears are cropp'd , Ceres and Bacchus bid good - night , Sharp frosty fingers all your flowers have topp'd , And what scythes spared winds shave off quite . Poor verdant fool , and now green ice ...
... streams . But , ah ! the sickle ! golden ears are cropp'd , Ceres and Bacchus bid good - night , Sharp frosty fingers all your flowers have topp'd , And what scythes spared winds shave off quite . Poor verdant fool , and now green ice ...
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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.