Golden apples of Hesperus, poems not in the collections [ed. by W.J. Linton].1882 |
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... thing discontent : Be secret , true , and patient ! Nought with thy tongue thyself discure The thingis thou hast of nature ; For if thou dost , thou should repent : Be secret , true , and patient ! JOHN HEYWOOD A PRAISE OF HIS LADY GIVE ...
... thing discontent : Be secret , true , and patient ! Nought with thy tongue thyself discure The thingis thou hast of nature ; For if thou dost , thou should repent : Be secret , true , and patient ! JOHN HEYWOOD A PRAISE OF HIS LADY GIVE ...
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... 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 THE MEETING NA GROVE , most ...
... 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 THE MEETING NA GROVE , most ...
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... things be so witty , Shall a heavenly grace want pity ? There his hands , in their speech , fain Would have made tongue's language plain ; But her hands , his hands repelling , Gave repulse all grace excelling . Then she spake her ...
... things be so witty , Shall a heavenly grace want pity ? There his hands , in their speech , fain Would have made tongue's language plain ; But her hands , his hands repelling , Gave repulse all grace excelling . Then she spake her ...
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... my Dear ! let be ! " Niggard Time threats , if we miss This large offer of our bliss , Long stay ere he grant the same : Sweet ! then , while each thing doth frame , Take me to thee , and thee to me ! - 15 " No , no , no , no , my.
... my Dear ! let be ! " Niggard Time threats , if we miss This large offer of our bliss , Long stay ere he grant the same : Sweet ! then , while each thing doth frame , Take me to thee , and thee to me ! - 15 " No , no , no , no , my.
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... thing else but Love , which hath no end . Time maketh every tree to die and rot : Time turneth oft our pleasures into pain : Time causeth wars and wrongs to be forgot : Time clears the sky which first hung full of rain : Time makes an ...
... thing else but Love , which hath no end . Time maketh every tree to die and rot : Time turneth oft our pleasures into pain : Time causeth wars and wrongs to be forgot : Time clears the sky which first hung full of rain : Time makes an ...
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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.