Lucasta: Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. &c. To which is Added, Aramantha, a PastoralPress of C. Whittingham, 1817 - English poetry |
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... pass from the speaker . His liberal spirit , in furnish- ing men with horses and arms for the credit of the king's cause - in relieving the necessities of in- genious men - scholars , musicians , and soldiers- in supporting and ...
... pass from the speaker . His liberal spirit , in furnish- ing men with horses and arms for the credit of the king's cause - in relieving the necessities of in- genious men - scholars , musicians , and soldiers- in supporting and ...
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... sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail , Or pay a tear to ' suage The foaming blue - god's rage ; For whether he will let me pass Or no , I'm still as happy as I was . B Though seas and land betwixt us both , Our faith.
... sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail , Or pay a tear to ' suage The foaming blue - god's rage ; For whether he will let me pass Or no , I'm still as happy as I was . B Though seas and land betwixt us both , Our faith.
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... pass The sacred conduits of her womb , Smooth , and transparent as your face , When you are deaf , and winds are dumb . Be proud ! and if your waters be Foul'd with a counterfeited tear , Or some false sigh hath stained ye , Haste , and ...
... pass The sacred conduits of her womb , Smooth , and transparent as your face , When you are deaf , and winds are dumb . Be proud ! and if your waters be Foul'd with a counterfeited tear , Or some false sigh hath stained ye , Haste , and ...
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... pass , The gold allay'd , almost half brass , And th ' blood in each vein doth appear : Part thick Boorein , part Lady Clear : Like to the sordid insects sprung From father sun , and mother dung ; Yet lose we not the hold we have , But ...
... pass , The gold allay'd , almost half brass , And th ' blood in each vein doth appear : Part thick Boorein , part Lady Clear : Like to the sordid insects sprung From father sun , and mother dung ; Yet lose we not the hold we have , But ...
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... pass the pretty Alice , Whose health I'd quaff in golden chalice ; But since that fate hath made me neuter , I only can in beaker pewter : But who'd forget , or yet left unsung The doughty acts of George the young son , Who yesterday to ...
... pass the pretty Alice , Whose health I'd quaff in golden chalice ; But since that fate hath made me neuter , I only can in beaker pewter : But who'd forget , or yet left unsung The doughty acts of George the young son , Who yesterday to ...
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adore ALEXIS AMYNTOR Aramantha arms AUSONIUS beams beauty Behold blest bliss blush brave breast breath bride in love bright Bright eyes CATULLUS CHARLES COTTON Charon chaste Chloris CHORUS Clitophon crown crown'd dare dart dear death divine doth e'er earth elegy Elinda EPIG ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fate fear fire fix'd flame FRANCIS LOVELACE FRIEND gentle glorious glory grief hair hand hast hath heart heat heav'n heav'nly HENRY LAW Hierocles honour i'th joys kiss lady lanneret light live look lov'd love's Lucasta ne'er night noble nought o'er o'th pearl POEMS pow'r RICHARD LOVELACE sacred shine sing smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul sphere star straight sweet tear thee thine thou dost thought thyself toad tomb triumph twas unto victory virgin voice weep Whilst WILLIAM LAWES wind wings womb wound
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Page 61 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Page 62 - Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Page 2 - 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. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 1 - TO LUCASTA GOING BEYOND THE SEAS IF to be absent were to be Away from thee ; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone ; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing wave.
Page 22 - Thou best of men and friends! We will create A genuine summer in each other's breast; And spite of this cold time and frozen fate Thaw us a warm seat to our rest.
Page 2 - I'll not sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail, Or pay a tear to 'suage The foaming blow-god's rage; For whether he will let me pass Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. Though seas and land betwixt us both, Our faith and troth, Like separated souls, All time and space controls; \/ Above the highest sphere we meet, Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet. So then we do anticipate Our after-fate, And are alive i...
Page 62 - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 9 - The floor lay paved with broken hearts. So did she move; so did she sing Like the harmonious spheres that bring Unto their rounds their music's aid; Which she performed such a way As all th' enamoured world will say, The Graces danced, and Apollo played.
Page xx - infection of our times. That candid Age no other way could tell / To be ingenious, but by speaking well. Who best could prayse, had then the greatest prayse, Twas more...
Page 22 - The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly; And when thy poppy works thou dost retire To thy carv'd acorn-bed to lie.