Flowers and Fruit Gathered by Loving Hands from Old English GardensEmily Taylor Houlston & Wright, 1864 - 182 sidor |
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... , Chloris , Chloris : for that's her name for whom I die . But stay awhile ; -I have inform'd you ill : Were she on earth she had been with me still , B Go , fly to heaven - examine every sphere ,. Old English Gardens . 17 ABSENCE.
... , Chloris , Chloris : for that's her name for whom I die . But stay awhile ; -I have inform'd you ill : Were she on earth she had been with me still , B Go , fly to heaven - examine every sphere ,. Old English Gardens . 17 ABSENCE.
Sida 37
... I do defy thee ! O sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . SHAKESPEARE . ABSENCE . IF to be absent were to be Away. Old English Gardens . 37 Shakespeare 22/20 WRONG NOT, SWEET MISTRESS OF MY HEART YOUTH AND.
... I do defy thee ! O sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . SHAKESPEARE . ABSENCE . IF to be absent were to be Away. Old English Gardens . 37 Shakespeare 22/20 WRONG NOT, SWEET MISTRESS OF MY HEART YOUTH AND.
Sida 39
... like a spangle there . Stay but until my fair one close Her animating eye , And let the whole world then dispose Itself to live or die . ROBERT HERRICK . 1591-1674 . HER EYES THE GLOW - WORM . ER eyes the. Old English Gardens . 39.
... like a spangle there . Stay but until my fair one close Her animating eye , And let the whole world then dispose Itself to live or die . ROBERT HERRICK . 1591-1674 . HER EYES THE GLOW - WORM . ER eyes the. Old English Gardens . 39.
Sida 40
... stay , Since ghost there's none t ' affright thee . Let not the dark thee cumber , - What though the moon does slumber ? The stars of the night Do lend their light , Like tapers clear , without number . Then , Julia , let me woo thee ...
... stay , Since ghost there's none t ' affright thee . Let not the dark thee cumber , - What though the moon does slumber ? The stars of the night Do lend their light , Like tapers clear , without number . Then , Julia , let me woo thee ...
Sida 45
... stay , and it will stay To honour thy decree ; Or bid it languish quite away , It shall do so for thee . Bid me to weep , and I will weep While I have eyes to see ; And having none , I yet will keep A heart to weep for thee . Bid me ...
... stay , and it will stay To honour thy decree ; Or bid it languish quite away , It shall do so for thee . Bid me to weep , and I will weep While I have eyes to see ; And having none , I yet will keep A heart to weep for thee . Bid me ...
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awake beauty BEN JONSON birds BISHOP KING blest breath bright buds clouds death delight dost doth dust dwell E'en earth EPITAPH Extra cloth eyes fair fall farewell fate fear flame flowers folly fortune's FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER Gilt edges give glorious glory grace grave grief happy hath heart heaven heigh Henry Lawes HENRY VAUGHAN HERRICK honour hope hour humble JAMES SHIRLEY JONSON light live look Lord Love's lovers lyre mind morning move ne'er never night passion peace pleasure praise proud ROBERT HERRICK ROBERT SOUTHWELL rose SAMUEL DANIEL Say nay seas SHAKESPEARE shepherd shine sing SIR HENRY WOTTON SIR WALTER RALEIGH sleep smiles soft SONG SONNET soul spring star stay sweet tears Tell thee thine things Thou art thoughts unto virgin train virtue vows weep wilt thou leave wind wither Youth
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Sida 60 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Sida 73 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : » Referring to the obsequies for the dead.
Sida 44 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play...
Sida 35 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Sida 78 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Sida 34 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Sida 40 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.
Sida 46 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace...
Sida 119 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Sida 117 - I had not walked above A mile, or two, from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded Cloud, or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...