Lyria Elegantiarum; A Collection of Some of the Best Specimens of Vers de Societe and Vers D'Occasion in the English Language by Deceased Authors

Lyria Elegantiarum; A Collection of Some of the Best Specimens of Vers de Societe and Vers D'Occasion in the English Language by Deceased Authors

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889 edition. Excerpt: ...vain; I'm indolent, --so he that gains My heart, may keep it for his pains. Unknown. ccxvi. Fair Hebe I left, with a cautious design, To escape from her charms, and to drown Love in wine; I tried it, but found, when I came to depart, The wine in my head, but still Love in my heart. I repair'd to my Reason, entreating her aid, Who paused on my case, and each circumstance weigh'd: Then gravely pronounced, in return to my prayer, That Hebe was fairest of all that were fair. That's a truth, replied I, I've no need to be taught, I came for your counsel to find out a fault; If that's all, quoth Reason, return as you came, For to find fault with Hebe would forfeit my namo. Earl of De la Warre. CCXVII. As I went to the wake that is held on the green, I met with young Phoebe, as blithe as a queen; A form so Divine might an anchorite move, And I found (tho' a clown) I was smitten with love: So Iask'd for a kiss, but she, blushing, replied, Indeed, gentle shepherd, you must be denied. Lovely Phoebe, says I, don't affect to be shy, I vow I will kiss you--here's nobody by; No matter for that, she replied, 'tis the same; For know, silly shepherd, I value my fame; So pray let me go, I shall surely be miss'd; Besides, I'm resolved that I will not be kiss'd. Lord bles me 1 I cried, I'm surprised you refuse; A few harmless kisses but serve to amuse; The month it is Mav, and the season for love, So come, my dear girl, to the wake let us rove. No, Damon, she cried, I must first be your wife, You then shall be welcome to kiss me for life. Well, come then, I cried, to the church let us go, But after, dear Phoebe must never say "No." Do you prove but true, (she replied, ) you shall find I'll ever be constant, good-humour'd, and kind. So I kiss...
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  • Paperback | 98 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 191g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236799356
  • 9781236799357