Modern Piety (Elizabeth Beverley Poems)
"TWO ladies fair, in lively chat; Began to talk of this and that:- Cries Celia, ""why within the door Of ...
"TWO ladies fair, in lively chat; Began to talk of this and that:- Cries Celia, ""why within the door Of ...
While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright,Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes;The Sun, next those the fairest light,Thus from the ...
Come my Celia, let us prove,While wee may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours, for'ever:He, at length, our ...
"Young Celia gay, The other day, Before her mirror standing, Exclaim'd-""my form is Nature's pride, And beyond measure charming! To ...
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our ...
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever;He at length our ...
IT is not, Celia, in our power To say how long our love will last; It may be we ...
Love, one day, on mischief bent, Vowed that he would play the friar.I must be his penitent. His confessional the ...
Celia, we know, is sixty-five,Yet Celia's face is seventeen;Thus winter in her breast must live,While summer in her face is ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He ...
IF the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must die; If every sweet and every grace Must ...
Know Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd ...
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd ...
Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses ...
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain ...
IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes ? " We," said the ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant ...
Nature had long a Treasure made Of all her choisest store; Fearing, when She should be decay'd, To beg in ...
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