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Poems of Robert Herrick: A Selection from Hesperides and Noble Numbers ...
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Amaryllis amber Anthea Ben Jonson bless blest bring ye love CANDLEMAS canst Charon cheek Cherry ripe Chor cowslips crown'd daffodils dainty dead Dean Prior dearest didst doth ears eyes fairy farewell fate fear feast fire flowers frankincense fresh Frumenty give grace grief hairs hand heart Heaven hence Hesperides holy honor JOHN WICKES Jonson Julia keep kiss leave light lilies live lost Lycidas lyric maids meat MiRT mirth MISTRESS muse ne'er never night NOBLE NUMBERS o'er once Perilla pity poems poet poor pray primrose Prue rest Robert Herrick roses Saint Sappho shade sigh sing sleep smiling soft song spice spring stay storax sung Sweet Spirit tears tell thee thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt Tibullus tomb tree turn'd unto verse violet virgins wanton wassails Watchet weep white-thorn wine
Page 44 - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some Orient pearls unwept ; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night, And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth.
Page 54 - 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. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For...
Page 198 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When, God knows, I'm toss'd about, Either with despair, or doubt ; Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Page 54 - 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.
Page 143 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No...
Page 81 - BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ; 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.
Page 20 - 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.
Page 197 - Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, Sweet Spirit comfort me! When the artless Doctor sees No one hope but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit comfort me!