The Poems of Robert HerrickG. Richards, 1902 - 402 sayfa |
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agen Altar ANTHEA best fits blesse blush brave Bread brest Bride bring ye love CANDLEMASSE CHARON cheek Chor Christ Christall co'd crown'd CUPID dead dearest do's do'st doth drink eare EPIG eternall ev'ry eyes fall farre Fate feare fire fits a little flie flowers Frankincense FRIEND give glory GODS grace haire hand hath heare heart Heaven hence Henry Lawes Herrick holy honour I'le Jemme Julia keep King kisse LEPROSIE lips live Lord Love's Lute Lycidas Maids mirth MISTRESSE Muse ne'r never night Numbers o're Oyle Perilla pittie Poets poore praid praise pray ravisht Roses SAPHO shew sho'd sing sleep smile soule spring Storax Sweet Spirit comfort teares tell thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt turn'd twill unto vaults of death Verse Virgins wanton Wassaile we'l weep Whenas Wine wo'd wooe yeere
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Sayfa 122 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed 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.
Sayfa 320 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Sayfa 209 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No...
Sayfa 194 - THE FAIRIES. IF ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place ; Rake the fier up, and get Water in} ere sun be set. Wash your pailes and dense your dairies, Sluts are loathsome to the fairies ; Sweep your house ; who doth not so, Mab will pinch her by the toe.
Sayfa 268 - KINDLE the Christmas brand, and then Till sunne-set let it burne ; Which quencht, then lay it up agen, Till Christmas next returne. Part must be kept wherewith to teend * The Christmas log next yeare ; And where 'tis safely kept, the fiend Can do no mischiefe there.
Sayfa 66 - So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Sayfa 323 - I sit, And glow like it. Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There placed by thee; The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress, Which of thy kindness thou hast sent; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet.
Sayfa 81 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry : For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry.
Sayfa 58 - TO DIANEME. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes Which, starlike, sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free ; Be you not proud of that rich hair Which wantons with the love-sick air ; Whenas that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone When all your world of beauty's gone.
Sayfa 103 - Sweet-heart, to this? — No, no, this sorrow shown By your tears shed, , Would have this lecture read, That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.