The Poetical Works of Robert Herrick, 第 1 卷W. Pickering, 1825 |
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... Mirtle the twigs were , meerly to imply , Love strikes , but ' tis with gentle crueltie . Patient I was : Love pitifull grew then , And stroak'd the stripes , and I was whole agen . Thus like a bee , love gentle stil doth bring Hony to ...
... Mirtle the twigs were , meerly to imply , Love strikes , but ' tis with gentle crueltie . Patient I was : Love pitifull grew then , And stroak'd the stripes , and I was whole agen . Thus like a bee , love gentle stil doth bring Hony to ...
第41页
... mirtle whipt them . Which done , to still their wanton cries , When quiet grown sh'ad seen them , She kist , and wip'd their dove - like eyes ; And gave the bag between them . LOVE KILL'D BY LACK . LET me be warme , HESPERIDES . 41.
... mirtle whipt them . Which done , to still their wanton cries , When quiet grown sh'ad seen them , She kist , and wip'd their dove - like eyes ; And gave the bag between them . LOVE KILL'D BY LACK . LET me be warme , HESPERIDES . 41.
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... mirtle , oke , and ivie too . THE SADNESSE OF THINGS FOR SAPHO'S SICKNESSE . LILLIES will languish , violets look ill ; Sickly the primrose , pale the daffadill ; That gallant tulip will hang down his head , Like to a virgin newly ...
... mirtle , oke , and ivie too . THE SADNESSE OF THINGS FOR SAPHO'S SICKNESSE . LILLIES will languish , violets look ill ; Sickly the primrose , pale the daffadill ; That gallant tulip will hang down his head , Like to a virgin newly ...
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... mirtle she had in her hand ; And chiding me , said , Hence , remove , Herrick , thou art too coorse to love . LOVE ME LITTLE , LOVE ME LONG . You say , to me - wards your affection's strong ; Pray love me little , so you love me long ...
... mirtle she had in her hand ; And chiding me , said , Hence , remove , Herrick , thou art too coorse to love . LOVE ME LITTLE , LOVE ME LONG . You say , to me - wards your affection's strong ; Pray love me little , so you love me long ...
第135页
... mirtle rods at will , For to tame , though not to kill . Take thou my blessing thus , and goe And tell her this , but doe not so , Lest a handsome anger flye Like a lightning from her eye , And burn thee up , as well as I. UPON GUESSE ...
... mirtle rods at will , For to tame , though not to kill . Take thou my blessing thus , and goe And tell her this , but doe not so , Lest a handsome anger flye Like a lightning from her eye , And burn thee up , as well as I. UPON GUESSE ...
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