The Hesperides & Noble Numbers, Volumen 1Lawrence & Bullen, 1891 |
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... died , not from disease , but from a fall from an upper window . His death had so much the appear- ance of self - destruction that £ 220 had to be paid to the High Almoner , Dr. Fletcher , Bishop * A second William is said to have been ...
... died , not from disease , but from a fall from an upper window . His death had so much the appear- ance of self - destruction that £ 220 had to be paid to the High Almoner , Dr. Fletcher , Bishop * A second William is said to have been ...
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... died while living with her daughter , Mercy , the poet's dearest sister ( see 820 ) , then for some time married to John Wingfield of Brantham in Suffolk ( see 592 ) , by whom she had three sons and a daughter , also called Mercy . His ...
... died while living with her daughter , Mercy , the poet's dearest sister ( see 820 ) , then for some time married to John Wingfield of Brantham in Suffolk ( see 592 ) , by whom she had three sons and a daughter , also called Mercy . His ...
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... dying brother , Master William Herrick " ( 186 ) , shows abundant affection and there is every reason to believe that ... died a bachelor . When first civil troubles and then civil war cast a shadow over the land , it is not very easy to ...
... dying brother , Master William Herrick " ( 186 ) , shows abundant affection and there is every reason to believe that ... died a bachelor . When first civil troubles and then civil war cast a shadow over the land , it is not very easy to ...
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... died . Love , in pity of the deed , And her loving - luckless speed , Turn'd her to this plant we call Now the flower of the wall . 37. WHY FLOWERS CHANge colour . THESE fresh beauties ( we can prove ) Once were virgins sick of love ...
... died . Love , in pity of the deed , And her loving - luckless speed , Turn'd her to this plant we call Now the flower of the wall . 37. WHY FLOWERS CHANge colour . THESE fresh beauties ( we can prove ) Once were virgins sick of love ...
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... dying . 82. TO THE REVEREND SHADE OF HIS RELIGIOUS FATHER . That for seven lusters I did never come To do the rites to thy religious tomb ; That neither hair was cut , or true tears shed By me , o'er thee , as justments to the dead ...
... dying . 82. TO THE REVEREND SHADE OF HIS RELIGIOUS FATHER . That for seven lusters I did never come To do the rites to thy religious tomb ; That neither hair was cut , or true tears shed By me , o'er thee , as justments to the dead ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE amber Anacreon ANTHEA Barley-break bashful bless brave breast bride brother carcanet Catullus chaste cheek cowslips cream crown crown'd Cupid dainty dead Dean Prior death dost doth Earl ears Edward Fish Edward Norgate Endymion Porter eyes fair fairy fear feast fire flame flowers friends give grief Grosart hair hand heart Herrick Hesperides holy honour Hymen John Warr Jove Julia keep king kiss lady lilies lips live love's maids mirth MISTRESS ne'er never night Norgate numbers o'er Ovid perfume Perilla pity poem poet prince Printed in Witt's ROBERT HERRICK roses Saint Sciography shine sing sleep smell smile Soame soft song soul spring stay stone storax sweet tears tell thee there's thine Thomas Shapcott thou art thou shalt Turn'd unto variants verse virgins Watchet weep wine Witt's Recreations
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Página 102 - 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.
Página 156 - 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Página 32 - DELIGHT IN DISORDER A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction, An erring lace, which here and there Enthralls the crimson stomacher, A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly, A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat, A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility, Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part.
Página 84 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the...
Página 82 - Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Página 82 - And sung their thankful hymns ; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Página 220 - 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...
Página 130 - Speak, whimpering younglings, and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep; Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullaby? Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet?
Página 74 - To Dianeme. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which, star-like, 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 ; When as 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.
Página 221 - 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. What, were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, And so to bid good night ? 'Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite.