Chrysomela: A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert HerrickMacmillan, 1884 - 199 sayfa |
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Amarillis Anacreon Anthea Baiae BARLEY-BREAK beauty Ben Jonson blest bring ye love CANDLEMAS canst Catullus charm Chor Cittern colours cowslips crown'd cruel Love Daffadils dead doth drink ears elves eyes fair Fairy fancy farewell fault in women fear feast fire flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE frankincense fresh give grace Grosart hair hand heart hence Herrick Hesperides honour JOHN WICKS Jonson Julia keep kiss leave LESLIE STEPHEN lilies lips live lost Love's LYRICAL POEMS maids May-pole meat Mirt mirth Mirtillo MISTRESS ne'er night numbers o'er once Perilla pity pleasure poetry poets pretty primrose ROBERT HERRICK roses Saint shew sing sleep smiling soft song spice spring stay storax Sweet Spirit tears tell thee there's thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt tomb tree turn'd unto verse virgins wassail weep white-thorn wine youth
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Sayfa 142 - 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.
Sayfa 51 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Sayfa 122 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may : Old Time is still a-flying ; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Sayfa 96 - 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.
Sayfa 146 - To MEADOWS. Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers ; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours.
Sayfa 1 - I write of Hell. I sing (and ever shall) Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.
Sayfa 21 - Come, my Corinna, come ; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green, and trimm'd with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a bough, Or branch ; each porch, each door, ere this, An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white thorn neatly interwove ; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Sayfa 135 - TO BLOSSOMS. Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past ; But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Sayfa 187 - In this world, the Isle of Dreams, While we sit by sorrow's streams, Tears and terrors are our themes, Reciting : But when once from hence we fly, More and more approaching nigh Unto young eternity, Uniting In that whiter Island, where Things are evermore sincere ; Candour here, and lustre there, Delighting : — There no monstrous fancies shall Out of hell an horror call, To create, or cause at all Affrighting.
Sayfa 184 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When, God knows, I'm toss'd about, Either with despair, or doubt ; Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...