A Pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles: presented to the King (Robert Herrick Poems)
AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.AMAR. With all white ...
AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.AMAR. With all white ...
By those soft tods of wool,With which the air is full;By all those tinctures thereThat paint the hemisphere;By dews and ...
Thou art to all lost love the best,The only true plant found,Wherewith young men and maids distrestAnd left of love, ...
Ye silent shades, whose each tree here Some relique of a saint doth wear; Who for some sweet-heart's sake, did ...
My Muse in meads has spent her many hours Sitting, and sorting several sorts of flowers, To make for others ...
When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy In any one, the least indecency; But every line and limb ...
Pardon my trespass, Silvia! I confess My kiss out-went the bounds of shamefacedness:-- None is discreet at all times; no, ...
From this bleeding hand of mine, Take this sprig of Eglantine: Which, though sweet unto your smell, Yet the fretful ...
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
--AND, cruel maid, because I see You scornful of my love, and me, I'll trouble you no more, but go ...
My dearest Love, since thou wilt go, And leave me here behind thee; For love or pity, let me know ...
When words we want, Love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write. (Robert Herrick)
As shews the air when with a rain-bow graced, So smiles that ribbon 'bout my Julia's waist; Or like----Nay, 'tis ...
Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask me why I send to you ...
I could but see thee yesterday Stung by a fretful bee; And I the javelin suck'd away, And heal'd the ...
Love, like a gipsy, lately came, And did me much importune To see my hand, that by the same He ...
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
Sadly I walk'd within the field, To see what comfort it would yield; And as I went my private way, ...
Among the myrtles as I walk'd Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd: Tell me, said I, in deep distress, Where ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Good morrow to the day so fair; Good morning, sir, to you; Good morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled ...
Let us, though late, at last, my Silvia, wed; And loving lie in one devoted bed. Thy watch may stand, ...
Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight, But stay the time till we have bade good-night. Thou ...
When I love, as some have told Love I shall, when I am old, O ye Graces! make me fit ...
Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure Thy many scorns, and find no cure? Say, are thy medicines made to be ...
What needs complaints, When she a place Has with the race Of saints? In endless mirth, She thinks not on ...
Julia, I bring To thee this Ring. Made for thy finger fit; To shew by this, That our love is ...
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