Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with notes, by W.D. Adams, 651. kiadásH.S. King & Company, 1874 - 252 oldal |
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xiv. oldal
... Thee ( Robert Herrick ) , cxliii .. • Love Unchanging ( John , Earl of Rochester ) , cxliv .. Sally ( Henry Carey ) , cxlv . A Red , Red Rose ( Robert Burns ) , cxlvi ... LOVE'S PROTESTATION - continued . I love thee ! ( xiv Contents .
... Thee ( Robert Herrick ) , cxliii .. • Love Unchanging ( John , Earl of Rochester ) , cxliv .. Sally ( Henry Carey ) , cxlv . A Red , Red Rose ( Robert Burns ) , cxlvi ... LOVE'S PROTESTATION - continued . I love thee ! ( xiv Contents .
xv. oldal
Lyrics, William Davenport Adams. LOVE'S PROTESTATION - continued . I love thee ! ( Thomas Hood ) , clvi . Love's Many Ways ( Elizabeth Barrett Brown- ing ) , clvii .. . PAGE 113 • 114 How Many Times ( Thomas Lovell Beddoes ) , clviii ...
Lyrics, William Davenport Adams. LOVE'S PROTESTATION - continued . I love thee ! ( Thomas Hood ) , clvi . Love's Many Ways ( Elizabeth Barrett Brown- ing ) , clvii .. . PAGE 113 • 114 How Many Times ( Thomas Lovell Beddoes ) , clviii ...
xix. oldal
... LOVE PARTED ( William Morris ) , celxviii . LOVE'S LOSSES ( Adelaide Anne Procter ) , cclxix . LOVE'S AFTER YEARS : How should I greet thee ? ( George , Lord Byron ) , cclxx .. · The Old Love ( James Rhoades ) , cclxxi . · PAGE • 190 ...
... LOVE PARTED ( William Morris ) , celxviii . LOVE'S LOSSES ( Adelaide Anne Procter ) , cclxix . LOVE'S AFTER YEARS : How should I greet thee ? ( George , Lord Byron ) , cclxx .. · The Old Love ( James Rhoades ) , cclxxi . · PAGE • 190 ...
2. oldal
... all these things well praised may be ; But with what words shall we praise thee- O Venus , O thou Love alive , Born to give peace to souls that strive ? William Morris . II . WHAT LOVE IS . THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION . 2 In Praise of Venus ...
... all these things well praised may be ; But with what words shall we praise thee- O Venus , O thou Love alive , Born to give peace to souls that strive ? William Morris . II . WHAT LOVE IS . THE SHEPHERD'S DESCRIPTION . 2 In Praise of Venus ...
3. oldal
... love ? I pray thee tell . - - It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell ; It is , perhaps , that sauncing bell That tolls all unto heaven or hell ; And this is love , as I heard tell . Yet what is love ? I ...
... love ? I pray thee tell . - - It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell ; It is , perhaps , that sauncing bell That tolls all unto heaven or hell ; And this is love , as I heard tell . Yet what is love ? I ...
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adieu Love Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne beauty birds blush bonnie breast breath bright brow cheek Christina Rossetti cold Crown 8vo dead dear delight dost doth dream DYING OF UNKINDNESS Edmund Waller Elizabeth Barrett Browning fair fancy fear flower forget grace hear heaven Heigh-ho hour John Leicester Warren kind kiss lady light lips live look love anew love thee love true LOVE'S AFTER-YEARS LOVE'S DESPAIR LOVE'S FAREWELL LOVE'S PETITION LOVE'S PRAISES LOVE'S PROTESTATION lover lute lyric maid mind ne'er never night o'er pain Percy Bysshe Shelley poem Robert Herrick rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge sigh silent sing Sir John Suckling smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul star sweet tears tell tender things Thomas Carew thou art Thou lov'st amiss Thou must begin thought thy love true love untrue Love verse weep William Shakespeare wind wings
Népszerű szakaszok
46. oldal - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
77. 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 waylay.
90. oldal - 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 honor more.
199. oldal - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
198. oldal - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
112. oldal - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
104. oldal - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
140. oldal - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
12. oldal - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
162. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.