The Bait por John Donne Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures pro Of golden sands, and crystal brook With silken lines, and silver hook There will the river whispering ru 2
An Essay on Criticism: Part 2 por Alexander Pope … , at the last and only couplet… With some unmeaning thing … 1
Couplets on Wit por Alexander Pope But our Great Turks in wit must r And ill can bear a Brother on the Wit is like faith by such warm Fo Who to be saved by one, must damn Some who grow dull religious strai
A Couplet, Written in a Volume of Poems Presented by Mr. Coleridge to Dr. A. por Samuel Taylor Coleridge To meet, to know, to love—and then Is the sad tale of many a human he
Couplets por Ambrose Bierce I am for Cutting. I’m a blade Designed for use at dress parade. My gleaming length, when I displa Peace rules the land with gentle s But when the war-dogs bare their t
Couplets in Praise por Wilfrid Scawen Blunt Poet of love, I sing here my whol Ah, might I all deeds dare, love Make I at least your praise, chap Each dear delight of your told to Let me your sweetnesses, O child,
Cup Couplets por C. J. Dennis Out of great wisdom, long stored u I would write me a rune of the Me Out of experience, grave and gay, I would raise me a rhyme to the ga With words of wisdom then let us b
Couplet de l’amant d’opéra por Louis Aragon L’amour tendre literie Dont mon cœur est l’édredon Trouble Si mollement mes membres Légèrement mes lèvres
Couplets sur la jeunesse por Jacques Delille Le printemps vient, que tout s’emp À fêter l’âge des amours : Quand sied-il mieux de chanter la Que dans la saison des …
Couplet por Jacques Prévert Un maçon habillé en militaire saute le mur de la caserne et va poser la première pierre du premier mur de sa maison Mais les murmures des hommes des c
Couplet des portes saint-martin et saint-denis por Robert Desnos Porte Saint-Martin, Porte Saint-Denis, Voir briller la lune à travers la
Couplets de la rue Saint-Martin por Robert Desnos Je n’aime plus la rue Saint-Martin Depuis qu’André Platard l’a quittée. Je n’aime plus la rue
Couplet du trottoir d’été por Robert Desnos Couchons-nous sur le pavé, Par le soleil chauffé, par le sole Dans la bonne odeur de poussière De la journée achevée, Avant la nuit levée,
Couplet du verre de vin por Robert Desnos Quand le train partira n’agite pas Ni ton mouchoir, ni ton ombrelle, Mais emplis un verre de vin Et lance vers le train dont chante La longue flamme du vin,
Couplet du boucher por Robert Desnos La belle, si tu vevix, je ferai to Dans le décor sanglant de ma bouti Mes couteaux seront les miroirs ma Où le jour se lève, éclate et pâli Je ferai ton lit creux et chaud
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire por Lord Byron … hoarse Fitzgerald bawl His creaking couplets in a tavern And … next; Whether he spin poor couplets into Or damn the … Andrews still his strength in …
Tale XXI por George Crabbe … the future blind, A sudden couplet rushes on your mi Here … times; Th’infection spreads, your couplet Stanzas to Delia …
The Candidate por Charles Churchill … can engage To waste one couplet on a barren s Ungrateful … , Die when I will, one couplet left Let none of …
À la marquise du Châtelet (I) por Voltaire … de la satire : Un bon couplet, chez ce peuple fal De … et de joie, De cent couplets égayant le convoi Jusqu’au …
The Quest por Vic Adventures await not the faint of Grit and courage set the champions Search for truth the province of t Whether you be royalty, knight or In the valiant quest for the golde 4 3
The Dangling Conversation por Paul Simon … are verses out of rhythm, Couplets out of rhyme, In syncopated … 2
Lepanto por Chesterton White founts falling in the courts And the Soldan of Byzantium is sm There is laughter like the fountai It stirs the forest darkness, the It curls the blood—red …
Delight in Disorder por Robert Herrick A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction: An erring lace which here and ther
A Thanksgiving to God, for his House por Robert Herrick Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell, A little house, whose humble roof Is weather—proof: Under the spars of which I lie
Another Grace for a Child por Robert Herrick Here a little child I stand Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall
Corinna's going a Maying por Robert Herrick Get up, get up for shame, the Blo Upon her wings presents the god un See how Aurora throwes her faire Fresh—quilted colours through the Get up, sweet—Slug—a—bed, and
His Return to London por Robert Herrick From the dull confines of the droo To see the day spring from the pre Ravish’d in spirit, I come, nay m To thee, blest place of my nativit Thus, thus with hallow’d foot I t
The Argument of his Book por Robert Herrick I sing of brooks, of blossoms, bir Of April, May, of June, and July I sing of May—poles, hock—carts, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the I write of youth, of love, and hav
The Bad Season Makes the Poet Sad por Robert Herrick Dull to myself, and almost dead to My many fresh and fragrant mistres Lost to all music now, since every Puts on the semblance here of sorr Sick is the land to th’ heart, and
To his Conscience por Robert Herrick Can I not sin, but thou wilt be My private protonotary? Can I not woo thee to pass by A short and sweet iniquity? I’ll cast a mist and cloud upon
When he would have his Verses Read por Robert Herrick In sober mornings do thou not rehe The holy incantation of a verse; But when that men have both well d Let my enchantments then be sung, When laurel spurts i’ th’ fire, an
What Kind of Mistress He would Have por Robert Herrick Be the mistress of my choice, Clean in manners, clear in voice; Be she witty, more than wise, Pure enough, though not precise; Be she showing in her dress,
Upon the Loss of his Mistresses por Robert Herrick I have lost, and lately, these Many dainty mistresses: Stately Julia, prime of all; Sappho next, a principal; Smooth Anthea, for a skin
Upon Parson Beanes por Robert Herrick Old Parson Beanes hunts six days And on the seventh, he has his not Six days he hollows so much breath That on the seventh he can nor pre
My Last Duchess por Robert Browning That’s my last Duchess painted on Looking as if she were alive. I c That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pan Worked busily a day, and there she Will’t please you sit and look at