The Poetical Works of Robert Herrick, Volume 1W. Pickering, 1825 |
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Pagina 11
... fall a primrose , and with it a teare : Then lastly , let some weekly strewings be Devoted to the memory of me ; Then shall my ghost not walk about , but keep Still in the coole and silent shades of sleep . A SONG TO THE MASKERS . COME ...
... fall a primrose , and with it a teare : Then lastly , let some weekly strewings be Devoted to the memory of me ; Then shall my ghost not walk about , but keep Still in the coole and silent shades of sleep . A SONG TO THE MASKERS . COME ...
Pagina 14
... fall Down dead for grief , and end my woes withall ; So three in one small plat of ground shall ly , Anthea , Herrick , and his poetry . THE WEEPING CHERRY . I SAW a cherry weep , and why ? Why wept it ? but for shame ; Because my ...
... fall Down dead for grief , and end my woes withall ; So three in one small plat of ground shall ly , Anthea , Herrick , and his poetry . THE WEEPING CHERRY . I SAW a cherry weep , and why ? Why wept it ? but for shame ; Because my ...
Pagina 15
... FALL . JULIA was carelesse , and withall She rather took then got a fall ; The wanton ambler chanc'd to see Part of her legg's HESPERIDES . 15.
... FALL . JULIA was carelesse , and withall She rather took then got a fall ; The wanton ambler chanc'd to see Part of her legg's HESPERIDES . 15.
Pagina 28
... fall , Then by one to hazard all . UPON SILVIA , A MISTRESSE . WHEN some shall say , faire once my Silvia was ; Thou wilt complaine , false now's thy looking - glasse ; Which renders that quite tarnisht which was green , And priceless ...
... fall , Then by one to hazard all . UPON SILVIA , A MISTRESSE . WHEN some shall say , faire once my Silvia was ; Thou wilt complaine , false now's thy looking - glasse ; Which renders that quite tarnisht which was green , And priceless ...
Pagina 30
... fall of her aged trees ; That timber tall , which three - score lusters stood The proud dictator of the state - like wood ; I meane the soveraigne of all plants , the oke Droops , dies , and falls without the cleaver's stroke . THE ...
... fall of her aged trees ; That timber tall , which three - score lusters stood The proud dictator of the state - like wood ; I meane the soveraigne of all plants , the oke Droops , dies , and falls without the cleaver's stroke . THE ...
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agen ANTHEA blesse blush brave breath brest canst chaste cheek Chor christall co'd cowslips creame CROSSE AND PILE crown'd dainty dayes dead Dean Prior do's doth eares EPIG eternall eyes faire fate feare feast fire flame flie flowers flowrie frankincense give grace griefe haire hand heart Herrick Hesperides honour Hymen I'le JOHN SELDEN Jove Julia keep kings kisse lady lillies lips live look love's Lycidas maids Mirt mirth mirtle MISTRESSE ne'r night numbers o're once pearle perfume Perilla pitty poet poetry poore PRINCE ravisht ROBERT HERRICK roses Saint shew shine sho'd sing sleep smell smile soft spring St John's College stay storax sweet teares tell thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt tongue tree turn'd twas twill unto verse Vertue virgins wassails we'l weep wine wo'd y'are yeere you'l
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.