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agen Altar Anthea behold Biancha blush Boreman Bread bring ye love CANDLEMASSE Charon Chor Christ cloathes co'd comes confesse dead DEAN PRIOR do's do'st doth drink drown'd eares EPIG eternall eyes fall farre Fate FAUNUS feare fire flie GEORGE PARRIE give God's GODS Grace hand hath haue heare heart Heaven Hell hence Henry Lawes Herrick Hesperides holy honour I'le i'th Jemmes Julia keep King kisse known LEPROSIE live Lord Maid meat mercy mighty ne're never night Numbers o're oyle Perilla Poet poore Post and Paire praise pray Prince ravisht rest Roses SAPHO Saviour sayes shalt shew sho'd sing sleep soule spring Sweet Spirit comfort teares tell thee there's thine things thou art Thou dost thou hast Tom Pennie Twill unto vaults of death Verse Vineger Violl wanton warre wassailing weep Whenas wine wo'd wooe yeere
Popüler pasajlar
Sayfa 99 - 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 31 - The rose was sick, and smiling died; And being to be sanctified, About the bed there sighing stood The sweet and flowery sisterhood. Some hung the head, while some did bring, To wash her, water from the spring; Some laid her forth, while others wept, But all a solemn fast there kept. The holy sisters some among The sacred dirge and trental sung; But ah!
Sayfa 137 - This night as ye use, Who shall for the present delight here ; Be a king by the lot, And who shall not Be Twelfe-day queene for the night here.
Sayfa 62 - WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, — O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrick 121.
Sayfa 179 - LORD, thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell, A little house, whose humble roof Is weatherproof, Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry ; Where thou, my chamber for to ward. Hast set a guard Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep ! Me while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state ; And yet the threshold of my door < Is worn by th' poor, Who thither come and freely get Good words or meat.
Sayfa 180 - 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 165 - Writ in my wild unhallowed Times ; ) For every sentence, clause, and word, That's not inlaid with Thee, (my Lord) Forgive me, God, and blot each Line Out of my Book, that is not Thine. But if, 'mongst all, Thou find'st here one Worthy thy Benediction ; That One of all the rest, shall be The Glory of my Work, and Me.
Sayfa 9 - Go to your banquet then, but use delight, So as to rise still with an appetite. Love is a thing most nice ; and must be fed To such a height ; but never surfeited. What is beyond the mean is ever ill : 'Tis best to feed Love ; but not over-fill: Go then discreetly to the Bed of pleasure ; And this remember, Vertue keepes the measure.
Sayfa 30 - I'LE to thee a simnell bring, 'Gainst thou go'st a mothering ; So that when she blesseth thee, Half that blessing thou'lt give me.
Sayfa 192 - The eye of virgins; nay, the queen Of this smooth green, And all sweet meads, from whence we get The primrose and the violet.