The Helicon of Love: A Selection from the Poets of the Sixteenth and Seventeenth CenturiesH.G. Clarke and Company, 66, Old Bailey., 1844 - Всего страниц: 123 |
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... attractions and qualifications of their mistresses , seldom breathe that fervour of heart , that seductive ten . derness , which , as it constitutes the highest charm of X. INTRODUCTION . such effusions , is indispensably required in.
... attractions and qualifications of their mistresses , seldom breathe that fervour of heart , that seductive ten . derness , which , as it constitutes the highest charm of X. INTRODUCTION . such effusions , is indispensably required in.
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... mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ...
... mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ...
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... MISTRESS , THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA . You meaner beauties of the night , That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ! You common people of the skies ! What are you when the sun shall rise ? You curious chanters of the ...
... MISTRESS , THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA . You meaner beauties of the night , That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ! You common people of the skies ! What are you when the sun shall rise ? You curious chanters of the ...
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... MISTRESS ' FACE . And would you see my mistress ' face ? It is a flow'ry garden place , Where knots of beauty have such grace , That all is work , and no where space . It is a sweet delicious morn , Where day is breeding , never born ...
... MISTRESS ' FACE . And would you see my mistress ' face ? It is a flow'ry garden place , Where knots of beauty have such grace , That all is work , and no where space . It is a sweet delicious morn , Where day is breeding , never born ...
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... . Rise , lady ! mistress rise ! The night hath tedious been , No sleep hath fallen into my eyes , Nor slumbers made me sin : Is not she a saint then , say , Thought of whom keeps sin away ? Rise , madam . rise ! and give me light.
... . Rise , lady ! mistress rise ! The night hath tedious been , No sleep hath fallen into my eyes , Nor slumbers made me sin : Is not she a saint then , say , Thought of whom keeps sin away ? Rise , madam . rise ! and give me light.
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adorn angel Beauty's birds blest blush Born bosom breast breath bright buds Castara Celia charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE dear death delight desire despair died disdain divine doth dwell e'er echo ring EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair Samela Fayre fears fire flame flowers gentle GEORGE CHAPMAN GEORGE GASCOIGNE golden grace grief hair hast hath heart heaven HENRY GLAPTHORNE HENRY WILLOBY honey joyes kiss Ladies leave light lily lips live look lov'd love thee Love's lover MATTHEW PRIOR MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morn move NATHANIEL FIELD Nature's ne'er never night nought Numbering pain passion pity pleasure praise prove RICHARD LOVELACE risc rose SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shine sigh sing sleep smiles soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring star sweet tears tell thine thing THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MIDDLETON thought thy beautie thy love tongue unto virgin virtues vows wanton Whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wind youth
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Стр. 103 - WHEN LOVE, with unconfined wings, Hovers within my gates; And, my divine ALTHEA brings, To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye: The birds, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty!
Стр. 48 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Стр. 68 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Стр. 55 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX.
Стр. 32 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Стр. 38 - Open the temple gates unto my Love, Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the posts adorn as doth behove, And all the pillars deck with garlands trim...
Стр. 65 - Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Стр. 52 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 30 - COME live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or Steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand...
Стр. 30 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...