The Little Book of Society VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 355 psl. |
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... thou presume , thou hast leave destroy The beauties which Venus but lent to t keeping ? Those looks were design'd to inspire love a joy ; More ordinary eyes may serve people weeping . To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ , Your ...
... thou presume , thou hast leave destroy The beauties which Venus but lent to t keeping ? Those looks were design'd to inspire love a joy ; More ordinary eyes may serve people weeping . To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ , Your ...
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... thou hast my heart . The God of us verse - men ( you know , child ) the Sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er Earth ' t is his fancy to run ; At night he declines on his Thetis ' breast . So when I am ...
... thou hast my heart . The God of us verse - men ( you know , child ) the Sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er Earth ' t is his fancy to run ; At night he declines on his Thetis ' breast . So when I am ...
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... thou art my home . Then finish , dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her , As he was a poet sublimer than me . MATTHEW PRIOR HY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE WHY ...
... thou art my home . Then finish , dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her , As he was a poet sublimer than me . MATTHEW PRIOR HY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE WHY ...
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TO PHYLLIS PHYLLIS , YOU little rosy rake , That heart of yours I long to rifle : Come , give it me , and do not make So much ado about a trifle ! THOMAS MOORE TO SAPHO THOU Saist thou lov'st me , Sapho ; 61.
TO PHYLLIS PHYLLIS , YOU little rosy rake , That heart of yours I long to rifle : Come , give it me , and do not make So much ado about a trifle ! THOMAS MOORE TO SAPHO THOU Saist thou lov'st me , Sapho ; 61.
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TO SAPHO THOU Saist thou lov'st me , Sapho ; I say no ; But would to Love I could beleeve ' twas so ! Pardon my feares ( sweet Sapho ) I desire That thou be righteous found ; and I the Lyer . ROBERT HERRICK IN EXPLANATION HER lips were ...
TO SAPHO THOU Saist thou lov'st me , Sapho ; I say no ; But would to Love I could beleeve ' twas so ! Pardon my feares ( sweet Sapho ) I desire That thou be righteous found ; and I the Lyer . ROBERT HERRICK IN EXPLANATION HER lips were ...
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A. E. HOUSMAN AUSTIN DOBSON BACHELOR'S DREAM Ball BALLAD beauty BELLE bird bliss blue blush Bouillabaisse CATHARINA CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY charming cheek Chloe d'ye think dainty dance dear dearly delight DOLLIE Dora eyes face fancy fashion fate fingers flirt fond forty-nine FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON girl glove Good-night grace hair hand heard heart HENRY CUYLER BUNNER James's kiss ladies of St light lips look love thee lover Lydia Dick maid mamma MATTHEW PRIOR Miss morning never night numbers o'er once passion Phyllida play pleasure poet poor Poverty Flat praise pretty RIVAL rose scarce Season sigh sing smile Society Verse song superfluous sweet talk tell tender thine thing THOMAS MOORE thou art thought true Vanity Fair walk WALTER LEARNED WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wear WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED wise young youth
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167 psl. - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
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85 psl. - HAD we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find : I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
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207 psl. - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
254 psl. - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, .as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
87 psl. - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Thorough the iron gates of life ; Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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