The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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Pagina 8
... looks so often cast , Your eyes so friendly roll'd , Your sight fixed so fast , Always one to behold ; Though hide it fain ye would , It plainly doth declare , Who hath your heart in hold , And where good - will ye bear . Fain would ye ...
... looks so often cast , Your eyes so friendly roll'd , Your sight fixed so fast , Always one to behold ; Though hide it fain ye would , It plainly doth declare , Who hath your heart in hold , And where good - will ye bear . Fain would ye ...
Pagina 14
... look with lovely hue , Then is my soul with life and love inspir'd ; But when ye lour , or look on me askew , Then do I die , as one with lightning fir'd . But since that life is more than death desir'd , Look ever lovely , as becomes ...
... look with lovely hue , Then is my soul with life and love inspir'd ; But when ye lour , or look on me askew , Then do I die , as one with lightning fir'd . But since that life is more than death desir'd , Look ever lovely , as becomes ...
Pagina 15
... look's delight , ) I might perceive how in her glancing sight Legions of Loves with little wings did fly , Darting their deadly arrows , fiery bright , At every rash beholder passing by ; One of those archers closely I did spy Aiming ...
... look's delight , ) I might perceive how in her glancing sight Legions of Loves with little wings did fly , Darting their deadly arrows , fiery bright , At every rash beholder passing by ; One of those archers closely I did spy Aiming ...
Pagina 17
... looks is close implied Scorn of base things , disdain of foul dishonour ; Threatening rash eyes , which gaze on her so wide , That loosely they dare not to look upon her . Such pride is praise , such portliness is honour ; That boldness ...
... looks is close implied Scorn of base things , disdain of foul dishonour ; Threatening rash eyes , which gaze on her so wide , That loosely they dare not to look upon her . Such pride is praise , such portliness is honour ; That boldness ...
Pagina 18
... look , Sought not to fly , but fearless still did bide , Till I in hand her's yet half - trembling took , And with her own good - will her firmly tied : Strange thing , me seem'd , to see a beast so wild , So goodly won - with her own ...
... look , Sought not to fly , but fearless still did bide , Till I in hand her's yet half - trembling took , And with her own good - will her firmly tied : Strange thing , me seem'd , to see a beast so wild , So goodly won - with her own ...
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admiration affection amatory Amoret appears blest bliss blush born bosom breast breath bright Carew CASTARA celebrated charms chaste cheek Cupid's dart daughter Dean Prior dear death delight desire died dost doth Drummond Earl elegance eyes face fair fame fate fears fire flame flowers FRANCIS ATTERBURY FRANCIS DAVISON gentle GEORGE WITHER give grace grief Habington hair happy hath heart Heaven honour kind kiss lady light lips live look Lord lov'd Love's lover Maid MATTHEW PRIOR mind mistress Muse Myra ne'er never night numbers Nymph pain passion pity pleasures poems poet poetical praise pride Queen RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT DODSLEY SACHARISSA SAMUEL DANIEL Sidney sighs sing Sir Philip Sir Philip Sidney smiles soft SONNETS soul Spenser stars Surrey sweet tears tell tender tender song thee thine THOMAS PARNELL thought unto verse voice wanton Westminster Westminster Abbey whilst William Congreve wound youth
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Pagina 29 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 43 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Pagina 44 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Pagina 46 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss...
Pagina 111 - Going to the Wars 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. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Pagina 112 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Pagina 44 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Pagina 66 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Pagina 67 - 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? 39 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?
Pagina 45 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.