 | Poetical rhapsody - 1814 - Страниц: 290
...state Far surmounts all reach of words. MADRIGAL. J\AY Love in her attire doth shew her wit, It tloth so well become her: For every season she hath dressings...Beauty's self she is, When all her robes are gone. ODE. That Time and Abtencc provct. Rather helps than hurts to loves, • ABSENCE, hear thou my protestation;... | |
 | Francis Davison - 1826 - Страниц: 290
...heav'n wax'd blind, and till the world were done. Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. IS" MADRIGAL....complain, Which you make me endure without release ; » Omitted in the fourth edition. b In the first edition it stands thus : A MADRIGAL. When I to you... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - Страниц: 356
...eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me! xciv 3 R. Herrick My Love in her attire doth shew her wit, It doth so...Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anon. xcv ON A GIRDLE It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My... | |
 | George Herbert - 1863 - Страниц: 732
...author of the Elizabethan period, which deserves reproduction — " My love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her; For every season...beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone." We wonder that the fastidious Mr. FT Palgrave, who thinks Spenser's "Epithalamium" "not in harmony... | |
 | Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867 - Страниц: 428
...than when art Is too precise in every part. Robert Herrick. xxx1v. MY Love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her : For every season...Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Unknown. XXXV. CHERRY-RIPE. THERE is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly... | |
 | Severn river - 1867 - Страниц: 458
...wave. c. MERiVAbE (from the Greek). WJien unadorned, adorned the most. |Y love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her ; For every season...beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Hymnus Arionius. IVE deum coctim inter validissime, salsi Rcetor have. Neptune, profimdi, Qvi glomeras... | |
 | Edward James Mortimer Collins - 1871 - Страниц: 328
...delicious in its native simplicity. What says a quaint old epigram ? My love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her ; For every season...Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. With a difference, this might be said of the mushroom and the oyster — excellent are they howsoever... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - Страниц: 968
...Though ne'er another trow me. GRAHAM OF GARTMORE. MY LOVE IN HER ATTIRE. MY Love in her attire doth show imbs like lifeless tools, — We were a ghastly crew....by me, knee to knee ; The body and I pulled at one ANONYMOUS. A SLEEPING BEAUTY. SLEEP on ! and dream of Heaven awhile ! Though shut so close thy laughing... | |
 | 1872 - Страниц: 900
...• For every season she hath dressings fit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth misa s sides. Come ! and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy r ANONYMOUS. A SLEEPING BEAUTY. SLEEP on ! and dream of Heaven awhile 1 Though shut so close thy laughing... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - Страниц: 312
...each way free ; O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrich. XLIL LOVES ATTIRE. BEAUTY'S SELF. MY Love in her attire doth shew her wit, It doth so...beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. Anonymous. XLIIL LOVES RESTING PLACE. LOVE in my bosom, like a bee, Doth suck his sweet ; Now with... | |
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My Love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her : For every season she hath dressings fit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone. 
