Routledge's wedding-day book [selections from Engl. poetry] by C.A.M. BurdettGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 288 oldal |
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6. oldal
... soft and gentle breast My head reclined at last ; The darkness closed around , so dear To fond congenial souls , And thus she whispers in my ear , 66 My love , we're out of coals ! " And what if they are poor ? Garrick . Riches can't ...
... soft and gentle breast My head reclined at last ; The darkness closed around , so dear To fond congenial souls , And thus she whispers in my ear , 66 My love , we're out of coals ! " And what if they are poor ? Garrick . Riches can't ...
122. oldal
... courageous , just , urbane , Courteous , aye ! without a stain . F. Faludi , trans . by Sir J. Bowring . Her voice was ever soft , gentle , and low- An excellent thing in woman . Shakespeare . June 2 . June 3 . O ! how sweet 122 June 1 .
... courageous , just , urbane , Courteous , aye ! without a stain . F. Faludi , trans . by Sir J. Bowring . Her voice was ever soft , gentle , and low- An excellent thing in woman . Shakespeare . June 2 . June 3 . O ! how sweet 122 June 1 .
132. oldal
... soft from a delicate touch , Not handled too roughly nor play'd on too much ! Garrick . When I said I would die a bachelor , I did not think I should live till I were married . Shakespeare June 17 . ( Much Ado about Nothing ) . My ...
... soft from a delicate touch , Not handled too roughly nor play'd on too much ! Garrick . When I said I would die a bachelor , I did not think I should live till I were married . Shakespeare June 17 . ( Much Ado about Nothing ) . My ...
162. oldal
... soft reply , as with a little strand , it retires , and leaves nothing behind but froth and shells . July 30 . Jeremy Taylor . I have honour and fame full enough for my lot , And my gettings still add to the treasures I've got ; My ...
... soft reply , as with a little strand , it retires , and leaves nothing behind but froth and shells . July 30 . Jeremy Taylor . I have honour and fame full enough for my lot , And my gettings still add to the treasures I've got ; My ...
168. oldal
... soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails . August 2 . Shakespeare ( Love's Labour's Lost ) . O ! smitten by high Heaven be he Who gives his love to two or three ; I love but one - and if he fail me , O how could ...
... soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails . August 2 . Shakespeare ( Love's Labour's Lost ) . O ! smitten by high Heaven be he Who gives his love to two or three ; I love but one - and if he fail me , O how could ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Anonymous April aught August August 29 beauty bliss Bowring breath brow Byron charm Coventry Patmore Cowper Crabbe dear December 12 December 23 delight doth E. B. Browning e'er earth eyes face fair faith February February 18 flower frown Garrick gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace grief hand happy hath heart heaven husband January January 18 January 20 July June kiss Lady live Longfellow Song Longfellow The Spanish look love thee Love's Labour's Lost Lyttelton March mind Moore ne'er never night November November 23 obey October 23 October 24 on't pleasure Pope Proverb Scotch Song September September 21 Shakespeare Cymbeline Shakespeare King Henry Shakespeare Midsummer Night's Shakespeare Taming Shakespeare Two Gentlemen Shelley Shrew smile Song of Hiawatha soul Spanish Student Spenser sweet tender There's thine Thomas Lodge Thomas Sylvestre thou art thro timid thread trans true love Westland Marston wife woman
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...