John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Richard Crashaw. (1612?–1649) (continued) |
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Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter’s head with flowers. |
Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. |
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A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer’s day. |
In Praise of Lessius’s Rule of Health. |
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The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can,— “Here lies a truly honest man!” |
Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton. |
Richard Lovelace. (1618–1657?) |
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Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face, 1 You ’d drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear. |
Orpheus to Beasts. |
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I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov’d I not honour more. |
To Lucasta, on going to the Wars. |
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When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. 2 |
To Althea from Prison, ii. |
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Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. |
To Althea from Prison, ii. |
Note 1. See Browne, Quotation 8. The mind, the music breathing from her face.—Lord Byron: Bride of Abydos, canto i. stanza 6. [back] |
Note 2. See Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Quotation 3. [back] |