The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 oldal |
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25. oldal
... Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple on his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win : At last he set her both his eyes- She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she ...
... Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple on his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win : At last he set her both his eyes- She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she ...
32. oldal
... grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries Hey ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting , A heaven has made it of a kind , Not well ; -nor full ...
... grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries Hey ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting , A heaven has made it of a kind , Not well ; -nor full ...
37. oldal
... grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains by thee . * The authorship of the above is an unsettled question . The first stanza will be found in Measure for Measure ; and the idea ...
... grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains by thee . * The authorship of the above is an unsettled question . The first stanza will be found in Measure for Measure ; and the idea ...
43. oldal
... grow and plants did spring , Every thing did banish moan Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Leaned her breast against a thorn , And there sung the dolefullest ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie ...
... grow and plants did spring , Every thing did banish moan Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Leaned her breast against a thorn , And there sung the dolefullest ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie ...
53. oldal
... there It would not withered be , But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent it back to me ; Since then , it grows and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . John Fletcher . [ BORN 1576. DIED 1625. ] SONG BEN JONSON . 53.
... there It would not withered be , But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent it back to me ; Since then , it grows and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . John Fletcher . [ BORN 1576. DIED 1625. ] SONG BEN JONSON . 53.
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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 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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 Earl educated EDWARD LYTTON EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON fair fairest fate flame flowers Forget gentle Giles Fletcher gone green hath hear heart heaven hope John JOHN LYLYE kiss lady leaves light lips look love thee love's lover maid Mary morning ne'er never Nicholas Breton night o'er Oxford passion plays poems Ramoth RICHARD BARNEFIELD ROBERT AYTOUN rose 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 University of Edinburgh unto voice vows waly 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.
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.
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.
36. oldal - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
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...
76. oldal - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
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?
53. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.