Hesperides, Or, Works Both Human and Divine

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Bohn, 1852 - 258 頁
 

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To a bed of Tulips
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The Funeral Rites of the Rose
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The Fairy Temple or Oberons Chapel
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Christmas Eve another ceremony
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Writing
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Upon Prew his Maid
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To his dear Valentine Mrs Margaret Falconbridge 166
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MORAL AND PATHETIC
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To M Denham on his Prospective Poem 181
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ссссх To his Dying Brother Master William Herrick 182
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Upon the troublesome times 183
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Upon his sisterinlaw Mrs Elizab Herrick 184
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To Anthea 185
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To the King and Queen 186
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The bad season makes the Poet sad 187
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His Prayer to Ben Jonson 188
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To his Verses 189
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To his closet gods 190
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His Poetry his Pillar 191
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Safety to look to look to ones self 192
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Comforts in Crosses
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His Alms 195
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ecccxlii A Hymn to Clipseby Crew 196
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A Dirge upon the death of Lord Bernard Stuart 197
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The Voice and Viol
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The Invitation
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Life is the Bodys Light 213
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Happiness to Hospitality 214
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The Sacrifice 215
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The Transfiguration 216
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To the Passenger 217
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Poetry perpetuates the Poet
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The Honeycomb
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To the reverend shade of his religious father
221
Discontents in Devon
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Comfort to a youth that had lost his love
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To Perenna
224
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Upon M E Wheeler under thename of Amarillis
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Fair shows deceive
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His content in the Country
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John Wicks under the name of Posthumous
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Anger
244
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To the most Learned Antiquary M John Selden 158
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第 150 頁 - 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
第 52 頁 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow 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; 10 But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
第 125 頁 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun...
第 29 頁 - 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.
第 39 頁 - 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.
第 52 頁 - TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME 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.
第 35 頁 - WINDING-SHEET. COME thou, who art the wine and wit Of all I've writ: The grace, the glory, and the best Piece of the rest. Thou art of what I did intend The all and end ; And what was made, was made to meet Thee, thee, my sheet.
第 147 頁 - Teemed her refreshing dew? Alas, you have not known that shower That mars a flower; Nor felt the unkind Breath of a blasting wind; Nor are ye worn with years;
第 91 頁 - 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 Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine. My Ben ! Or come again, Or send to us Thy wit's great overplus; But teach us yet Wisely to husband it, Lest we that talent spend ; And having once brought to an end That precious stock, — the store Of such a wit the world should have no more.
第 14 頁 - I write of Hell ; I sing, and ever shall, Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all.) 2.

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