Poems of HerrickT.C.&E.C. Jack, 1907 - 256 Seiten |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
altar Anacreon Ben Jonson best fits brave bread Bulging verb CANDLEMAS canst Chor cittern Court cowslips cream crown'd dead Dean Prior doth drink ears eternal eyes fairies farewell fear feast fire fits a little flowers Frumenty give grace hair hand hear heart hence Herrick Hesperides honour HYMN John Wickes Jonson Julia Justments keep King kiss lady lilies lips live love's Lycidas maids meat merry Mirt mirth MISTRESS ne'er never night numbers o'er once Perilla pity play poems poet pray Purfling queen Robert Herrick roses Saint seas sigh sing SIR CLIPSEBY CREW sleep Smallage smell smile soft song soul spring stay Sweet Spirit sweetly tears tell thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt tree turn'd unto verb verse virgins wanton wassail Watchet weep wine Winter's Tale
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 55 - 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 lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry.
Seite 92 - 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.
Seite 41 - 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.
Seite xxxiv - Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it; Lord, I confess too, when I dine, The pulse is thine, And all those other bits that be There placed by thee ; The worts, the purslain, and the mess Of water-cress, Which of thy kindness thou hast sent ; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet.
Seite 82 - 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.
Seite 131 - TO BLOSSOMS 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?
Seite 16 - Ribbons 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.
Seite 40 - 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.
Seite 157 - Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Seite xxv - UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES WHENAS in silks my Julia goes Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!