Chrysomela, a selection from the lyrical poems of R. Herrick arranged by F.T. Palgrave1877 |
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Amarillis Anacreon Anthea Baiae BARLEY-BREAK beauty Ben Jonson bring ye love CANDLEMAS canst Catullus charm Chor Cittern colours cowslips crown'd Daffadils dainty dead delight doth drink ears eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Fairy fancy farewell fault in women fear feast fire flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE frankincense fresh give golden grace Grosart hair heart hence Herrick Hesperides honour JOHN WICKS Jonson Julia keep kiss lilies lips live lost Love's LYRICAL POEMS maids meat Mirt mirth Mirtillo MISTRESS ne'er night numbers o'er once Perilla piece pity pleasure poetry poets pretty ROBERT HERRICK roses Saint Selected and arranged shew sing sleep smiling soft song spice spring stay storax Sweet Spirit tears tell thee there's thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt tomb tree turn'd unto verse virgins wassail weep white-thorn wine youth
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Page 51 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Page 122 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may : Old Time is still a-flying ; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Page 134 - 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.
Page 109 - DELIGHT IN DISORDER A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction, An erring lace, which here and there Enthralls the crimson stomacher, A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands 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 20 - Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see 5 The dew bespangling herb and tree!
Page 146 - 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.
Page 119 - TO ANTHEA. Now is the time when all the lights wax dim ; And thou, Anthea, must withdraw from him Who was thy servant: Dearest, bury me Under that holy-oke, or gospel-tree ; Where, though thou see'st not, thou may'st think upon Me, when thou yeerly go'st procession...
Page 96 - 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.