Routledge's wedding-day book [selections from Engl. poetry] by C.A.M. BurdettGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 288 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 17 találatból.
18. oldal
... Shelley . How many ladies , speculating dears ! Will make six matches in as many years ? January 21 . Anonymous . She smiled on many just for fun- I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first , the only one , Her heart had ...
... Shelley . How many ladies , speculating dears ! Will make six matches in as many years ? January 21 . Anonymous . She smiled on many just for fun- I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first , the only one , Her heart had ...
19. oldal
... Shelley . How many ladies , speculating dears ! Will make six matches in as many years ? January 21 . Anonymous . She smiled on many just for fun- I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first , the only one , Her heart had ...
... Shelley . How many ladies , speculating dears ! Will make six matches in as many years ? January 21 . Anonymous . She smiled on many just for fun- I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first , the only one , Her heart had ...
22. oldal
... Shelley . Time from her form hath ta'en away but little of its grace , His touch of thought hath dignified the beauty of her face ; Yet she might mingle in the dance where maidens gaily trip , So bright is still her hazel eye , so ...
... Shelley . Time from her form hath ta'en away but little of its grace , His touch of thought hath dignified the beauty of her face ; Yet she might mingle in the dance where maidens gaily trip , So bright is still her hazel eye , so ...
30. oldal
... Shelley . Shakespeare ( Winter's Tale ) . February 3 . How rich were those locks , so abundant and full , With their ringlets of auburn so deep ! Though now they look only like frizzles of wool By a bramble torn off from a sheep ...
... Shelley . Shakespeare ( Winter's Tale ) . February 3 . How rich were those locks , so abundant and full , With their ringlets of auburn so deep ! Though now they look only like frizzles of wool By a bramble torn off from a sheep ...
32. oldal
... Shelley ( Epipsychidion ) . The violet loves a sunny bank , The cowslip loves the lea , The scarlet creeper loves the elm , — But I love - thee ! 7. Bayard Taylor . To be wise and eke to love Is granted scarce to gods above . Spenser ...
... Shelley ( Epipsychidion ) . The violet loves a sunny bank , The cowslip loves the lea , The scarlet creeper loves the elm , — But I love - thee ! 7. Bayard Taylor . To be wise and eke to love Is granted scarce to gods above . Spenser ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Anonymous aught August beauty bless bliss Bowring breath bright Byron charm comes Cowper dear December delight dost doth Dream E. B. Browning earth eyes face fair faith February feel fire flower Garrick gentle Gentlemen of Verona give grace half hand happy hath hear heart heaven husband January John July June kind King kiss Lady leaves light live Longfellow The Spanish look lord Lost love thee Love's March married meet mind Moore morning ne'er never night November obey October 23 October 24 once pleasing pleasure Pope Proverb rose round ruled Scotch Song September Shakespeare Shelley shine smile soft soul Spanish Student Spenser stars steals sweet tell tender thee There's thine thing Thomas thou art thought thro tongue trans true truth turn wife woman women worth wound Young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
236. oldal - What years, i' faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. DUKE. Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart...
208. oldal - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband...
168. oldal - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
168. oldal - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
144. oldal - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
104. oldal - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
142. oldal - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
205. oldal - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
144. oldal - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
88. oldal - Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty, Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare...