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So Good-Luck came, and on my roof… Like noiseless snow, or as the dew… Not all at once, but gently,- as t… Are by the sun-beams, tickled by d…
Fame’s pillar here at last we set, Out—during marble, brass or jet; Charmed and enchanted so As to withstand the blow O f o v e r t h r o w ;
Ah Ben! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun,
BE those few hours, which I have… Blest with the meditation of my en… Though they be few in number, I’m… If otherwise, I stand indifferent… Nor makes it matter, Nestor’s yea…
So smooth, so sweet, so silv’ry is… As, could they hear, the Damned w… But listen to thee (walking in thy… melting melodious words to Lutes o…
Knew’st thou one month would take… Thou’dst weep; but laugh, should i…
Ye silent shades, whose each tree… Some relique of a saint doth wear; Who for some sweet-heart’s sake, d… The fire and martyrdom of Love:— Here is the legend of those saints
Love’s of itself too sweet; the be… Is, when love’s honey has a dash o…
Here we securely live, and eat The cream of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and do divine, As wine
At draw-gloves we’ll play, And prithee let’s lay A wager, and let it be this: Who first to the sum Of twenty shall come,
Bacchus, let me drink no more! Wild are seas that want a shore! When our drinking has no stint, There is no one pleasure in’t. I have drank up for to please
Music, thou Queen of Heaven, Car… That strik’st a stillness into hel… Thou that tam’st Tygers, and fier… With thy soul-melting Lullabies: Fall down, down, down, from those…
I will confess With cheerfulness, Love is a thing so likes me, That, let her lay On me all day,
Born I was to be old, And for to die here; After that, in the mould Long for to lie here. But before that day comes,
In man, ambition is the common’st… Each one by nature loves to be a k…