Hesperides, the poems and other remains of R. Herrick, ed. by W.C. Hazlitt, Número 901,Volumen 11869 |
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... selfe ( beleeve me ) on a day At childish push - pin ( for our sport ) did play : I put , he pusht . and heedless of my skin , Love prickt my finger with a golden pin : Since which , it festers so , that I can 14 HESPERIDES .
... selfe ( beleeve me ) on a day At childish push - pin ( for our sport ) did play : I put , he pusht . and heedless of my skin , Love prickt my finger with a golden pin : Since which , it festers so , that I can 14 HESPERIDES .
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... selfe disclose Unto the lad benighted . I saw he had a bow , And wings too , which did shiver ; And looking down below , I spy'd he had a quiver . I to my chimney's shine Brought him , as love professes , And chaf'd his hands with mine ...
... selfe disclose Unto the lad benighted . I saw he had a bow , And wings too , which did shiver ; And looking down below , I spy'd he had a quiver . I to my chimney's shine Brought him , as love professes , And chaf'd his hands with mine ...
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... selfe be known , But by the topaz , opal , calcedon . TO LAURELS . A FUNERALL stone , Or verse , But onely crave Of you , that I may have I covet none ; A sacred laurel springing from my grave : A bracelet , from Dardanus so call'd ...
... selfe be known , But by the topaz , opal , calcedon . TO LAURELS . A FUNERALL stone , Or verse , But onely crave Of you , that I may have I covet none ; A sacred laurel springing from my grave : A bracelet , from Dardanus so call'd ...
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... selfe , if want comes to endure : And so thou dost for thy desires are Confin'd to live with private Larr : Not curious whether appetite be fed , Or with the first , or second bread . Who keep'st no proud mouth for delicious cates ...
... selfe , if want comes to endure : And so thou dost for thy desires are Confin'd to live with private Larr : Not curious whether appetite be fed , Or with the first , or second bread . Who keep'st no proud mouth for delicious cates ...
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... selfe with crums , Till that the green - ey'd kitling comes . Then to her cabbin , blest she can escape The sudden danger of a rape . And thus thy little - well - kept stock doth prove , Wealth cannot make a life , but Love . Nor art ...
... selfe with crums , Till that the green - ey'd kitling comes . Then to her cabbin , blest she can escape The sudden danger of a rape . And thus thy little - well - kept stock doth prove , Wealth cannot make a life , but Love . Nor art ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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.