The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 oldal |
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131. oldal
... spirit in her eyes , And meaning in her air . A damask cheek and ivory arm Shall ne'er my wishes win ; Give me an animated form That speaks a mind within ; A face where awful honor shines , Where sense and sweetness move , And angel ...
... spirit in her eyes , And meaning in her air . A damask cheek and ivory arm Shall ne'er my wishes win ; Give me an animated form That speaks a mind within ; A face where awful honor shines , Where sense and sweetness move , And angel ...
145. oldal
... spirit comes , To shew me on my way ; Surprised , nae doubt , I still am here , Sair wondering at my stay . * Erroneously attributed , in the " Garland of Scotia , " to Jeanie Fer- guson . I come , I come , my Jamie dear , 13 SUSANNA ...
... spirit comes , To shew me on my way ; Surprised , nae doubt , I still am here , Sair wondering at my stay . * Erroneously attributed , in the " Garland of Scotia , " to Jeanie Fer- guson . I come , I come , my Jamie dear , 13 SUSANNA ...
162. oldal
... spirit , yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free , And steps of virgin - liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food , For ...
... spirit , yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free , And steps of virgin - liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food , For ...
163. oldal
... Spirit still , and bright With something of an angel - light . THE LOST LOVE . HE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove ; A maid whom there were none to praise , And very few to love . A violet by a mossy stone Half ...
... Spirit still , and bright With something of an angel - light . THE LOST LOVE . HE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove ; A maid whom there were none to praise , And very few to love . A violet by a mossy stone Half ...
164. oldal
... spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of early years . No motion has she now , nor force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks , and stones , and ...
... spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of early years . No motion has she now , nor force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks , and stones , and ...
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The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-Poems in the ... Thomas Dunn English Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-Poems in the ... Thomas Dunn English Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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aught beauty birds blossom blush bonnie BORN bosom braes breast breath bright brow BRYAN WALLER PROCTOR charms cheek Christ Church College cloud College dear death DIED disdain doth dream educated EDWARD COATE PINKNEY EDWARD LYTTON ELIZABETH TUDOR England fair fairest fate flame flowers Forget gentle Giles Fletcher gone green hath hear heart heaven hope John JOHN LYLYE kiss lady light lips look love thee love's lover maid Mary morning ne'er never Nicholas Breton night o'er Oxford passion plays poems poet Ramoth RICHARD BARNEFIELD ROBERT AYTOUN rose Scotland shade shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet tears tell thee-I thought thine eyes THOMAS thou art thought of thee thy love Twas unto voice vows waves weary WILLIAM willow-tree wilt thou wind Yarrow young young Jessie
Népszerű szakaszok
162. oldal - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
83. oldal - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
99. oldal - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
28. oldal - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
227. oldal - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— Her health! and would on earth there stood, Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
43. oldal - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
158. oldal - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
155. oldal - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
65. oldal - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
74. oldal - BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.