Ros rosarum ex horto poetarum: Dew of the ever-living rose gathered from the poets' gardens of many landsE. Stock, 1885 - 274 sidor |
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... lips are lockt ; but in divine High - piping Pehlevi , with Wine ! Wine ! Wine ! " Red Wine ! " the Nightingale cries to the Rose That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine . IX . Each morn a thousand Roses brings , you say ; Yes , but ...
... lips are lockt ; but in divine High - piping Pehlevi , with Wine ! Wine ! Wine ! " Red Wine ! " the Nightingale cries to the Rose That sallow cheek of hers to incarnadine . IX . Each morn a thousand Roses brings , you say ; Yes , but ...
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... lips , intending To give them sweetness with the breath she breathes . But stay within a Rose A bee for honey prying Seeking that sweet treasure Deep in the flower goes— He felt the soft lip's pressure , And in this new flower lying ...
... lips , intending To give them sweetness with the breath she breathes . But stay within a Rose A bee for honey prying Seeking that sweet treasure Deep in the flower goes— He felt the soft lip's pressure , And in this new flower lying ...
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... lip , As from the bud , a passionate heart reveals itself , I feel with ecstasy , that , deep within , The Rose - fire of love glows warmly . Englished literally by M. J. A. Y Master hath a garden Which few flowers adorn . Kos Kogarum . 99.
... lip , As from the bud , a passionate heart reveals itself , I feel with ecstasy , that , deep within , The Rose - fire of love glows warmly . Englished literally by M. J. A. Y Master hath a garden Which few flowers adorn . Kos Kogarum . 99.
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... lips that spoyle the rubies prayse , From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze . Whence comes my woe , as freely owne , Ah me ! ' twas from a hearte lyke stone . From a MS . of John Harrington . 1561-1612 . TO DELIA . OOK , Delia , how w ...
... lips that spoyle the rubies prayse , From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze . Whence comes my woe , as freely owne , Ah me ! ' twas from a hearte lyke stone . From a MS . of John Harrington . 1561-1612 . TO DELIA . OOK , Delia , how w ...
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... , Earl of Stirling . 3 1580-1640 . HE Roses did the rosie hue envy Of those sweet lips that did the Bees deceave , That colour oft the Lillies wish'd to have , ་ Which did the Alabaster pillar dye , On which all 138 Kog Kogarum .
... , Earl of Stirling . 3 1580-1640 . HE Roses did the rosie hue envy Of those sweet lips that did the Bees deceave , That colour oft the Lillies wish'd to have , ་ Which did the Alabaster pillar dye , On which all 138 Kog Kogarum .
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Ros Rosarum Ex Horto Poetarum: Dew of the Everliving Rose, Gathered from the ... Eleanor Vere Boyle Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1885 |
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Sida 149 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Sida 194 - 11 not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them ; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Sida 127 - 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 114 - The little Dazie, that at evening closes, The virgin Lillie, and the Primrose trew, With store of vermeil Roses, To decke their Bridegromes posies Against the Brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes!
Sida 158 - 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.
Sida 178 - The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick; The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Sida 201 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute ; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the, sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Sida 67 - Deh mira - egli cantò - spuntar la rosa dal verde suo modesta e verginella, che mezzo aperta ancora e mezzo ascosa, quanto si mostra men, tanto è più bella. Ecco poi nudo il sen già baldanzosa dispiega; ecco poi langue e non par quella, quella non par che desiata inanti fu da mille donzelle e mille amanti.
Sida 185 - To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green. — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.' He turned his charger as he spake Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle-reins a shake, Said, ' Adieu for evermore, My love ! And adieu for evermore.
Sida 130 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.