The Poetical Works of Robert Herrick, Volum 1W. Pickering, 1825 |
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Pàgina 12
... thousand things , are disallow'd , A lying rich man , and a poore man proud . TO HIS MISTRESSES . HELPE me , helpe me , now I call To my pretty witchcrafts all ; Old I am , and cannot do That I was accustom'd to . Bring your magicks ...
... thousand things , are disallow'd , A lying rich man , and a poore man proud . TO HIS MISTRESSES . HELPE me , helpe me , now I call To my pretty witchcrafts all ; Old I am , and cannot do That I was accustom'd to . Bring your magicks ...
Pàgina 28
... OR , THE SWEET SACRIFICE . ' Tis not a thousand bullocks thies , Can please those heavenly deities ; If the vower don't express In his offering , cheerfulness . ONCE POORE , STILL PENURIOUS . GOES the world now 28 HESPERIDES .
... OR , THE SWEET SACRIFICE . ' Tis not a thousand bullocks thies , Can please those heavenly deities ; If the vower don't express In his offering , cheerfulness . ONCE POORE , STILL PENURIOUS . GOES the world now 28 HESPERIDES .
Pàgina 31
... thousand gulfs to be secure . UPON HIS SISTER - IN - LAW , MISTRESSE ELIZAB . HERRICK . FIRST , for effusions due unto the dead , My solemne vowes have here accomplished ; Next , how I love thee , that my griefe must tell , Wherein thou ...
... thousand gulfs to be secure . UPON HIS SISTER - IN - LAW , MISTRESSE ELIZAB . HERRICK . FIRST , for effusions due unto the dead , My solemne vowes have here accomplished ; Next , how I love thee , that my griefe must tell , Wherein thou ...
Pàgina 32
... thousand to that hundred ; so kisse on , To make that thousand up a million . Treble that million , and when that is done , Let's kisse afresh , as when we first begun . But yet , though love likes well such scenes as these , There is ...
... thousand to that hundred ; so kisse on , To make that thousand up a million . Treble that million , and when that is done , Let's kisse afresh , as when we first begun . But yet , though love likes well such scenes as these , There is ...
Pàgina 48
... thousand such enchanting dreams , that meet To make sleep not so sound , as sweet ; Nor can these figures so thy rest endeare , As not to rise when Chanticlere Warnes the last watch , but with the dawne dost rise To work , but first to ...
... thousand such enchanting dreams , that meet To make sleep not so sound , as sweet ; Nor can these figures so thy rest endeare , As not to rise when Chanticlere Warnes the last watch , but with the dawne dost rise To work , but first to ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 175 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. 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.
Pàgina 114 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 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.
Pàgina 247 - 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.
Pàgina 150 - 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.
Pàgina 25 - 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.
Pàgina 218 - THE MAD MAID'S SONG. Good morrow to the day so fair ; Good morning, sir, to you ; Good morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled with the dew. Good morning to this primrose too ; Good morrow to each maid ; That will with flowers the tomb bestrew Wherein my Love is laid. Ah ! woe is me, woe, woe is me, Alack and well-a-day ! For pity, sir, find out that bee, Which bore my Love away. I'll seek him in your bonnet brave ; I'll seek him in your eyes ; Nay, now I think they've made his grave I' th
Pàgina 152 - TO MEADOWS YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers, And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours.
Pàgina 115 - And neerer 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, goe marry ; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Pàgina 19 - cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You blame me too, because I can't devise Some sport to please those babies...
Pàgina 98 - The staffe, the elme, the prop, the shelt'ring wall, Whereon my vine did crawle, Now, now blowne downe ; needs must the old stock fall.