Hesperides, the poems and other remains of R. Herrick, ed. by W.C. Hazlitt, Número 901,Volumen 11869 |
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... Light as You are leads the way : Who are my Works Creator , and alone The Flame of it , and the Expanfion . And look how all thofe heavenly Lamps acquire Light from the Sun , that inexhaufted Fire : So all my Morne and Evening Stars ...
... Light as You are leads the way : Who are my Works Creator , and alone The Flame of it , and the Expanfion . And look how all thofe heavenly Lamps acquire Light from the Sun , that inexhaufted Fire : So all my Morne and Evening Stars ...
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... lights wax dim ; Now And thou , Anthea , must withdraw from him Who was thy servant . Dearest , bury me Under that holy - oke , or gospel - tree : Where , though thou see'st not , thou may'st think upon Me , when thou yeerly go'st ...
... lights wax dim ; Now And thou , Anthea , must withdraw from him Who was thy servant . Dearest , bury me Under that holy - oke , or gospel - tree : Where , though thou see'st not , thou may'st think upon Me , when thou yeerly go'st ...
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... light that flows from thee . Thus held , or led by thee , I shall In wayes confus'd , nor slip or fall . BLANCH UPON BLANCH . QLANCH swears her husband's lovely ; when a scald Has blear❜d his eyes : besides , his head is bald . Next ...
... light that flows from thee . Thus held , or led by thee , I shall In wayes confus'd , nor slip or fall . BLANCH UPON BLANCH . QLANCH swears her husband's lovely ; when a scald Has blear❜d his eyes : besides , his head is bald . Next ...
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... light , or that simpring dawn , That roses shew , when misted o're with lawn . Twilight is yet , till that her lawnes give way ; Which done , that dawne , turnes then to perfect day . TO ELECTRA . MORE white then whitest lillies far ...
... light , or that simpring dawn , That roses shew , when misted o're with lawn . Twilight is yet , till that her lawnes give way ; Which done , that dawne , turnes then to perfect day . TO ELECTRA . MORE white then whitest lillies far ...
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... light Cloath'd in her chamlets of delight . To these , make clouds to poure downe raine ; With weather foule , then faire againe . And when , wise artist , that thou hast , With all that can be , this heaven grac't ; Ah ! what is then ...
... light Cloath'd in her chamlets of delight . To these , make clouds to poure downe raine ; With weather foule , then faire againe . And when , wise artist , that thou hast , With all that can be , this heaven grac't ; Ah ! what is then ...
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Página 183 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Página 83 - 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...
Página 102 - COME sons of summer, by whose toile, We are the lords of wine and oile ; By whose tough labours and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands. Crown'd with the eares of corne, now come, And, to the pipe, sing harvest home.
Página 83 - 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.
Página 111 - Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
Página xxiii - Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list ! — If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Ham.
Página 226 - Then 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. "Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me: And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Página 15 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Página 1 - When laurell spirts i' th' fire, and when the hearth Smiles to it selfe, and guilds the roofe with mirth ; When up the thyrse is rais'd, and when the sound Of sacred orgies flyes, a round, a round ; When the rose raignes, and locks with ointments shine, Let rigid Cato read these lines of mine.
Página 242 - To Electra. I DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile ; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee.