In My Lady's Name: Poems of Love and BeautyG.P. Putnam's sons, 1896 - 394 oldal |
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9. oldal
... fair as Heaven to look upon ! as fair As ever vision of the Virgin blest That weary pilgrim , resting by the fount Beneath the palm and dreaming of the tune Of flowing waters , duped his soul withal . It was permitted me in my ...
... fair as Heaven to look upon ! as fair As ever vision of the Virgin blest That weary pilgrim , resting by the fount Beneath the palm and dreaming of the tune Of flowing waters , duped his soul withal . It was permitted me in my ...
10. oldal
... fair as morning When no mists its beauty shroud ; And her shining auburn ringlets Like a sunlit torrent fall Down the dainty neck whose whiteness , Gleaming through a golden cloud , Seems a snow - wreath in the splendor That the day ...
... fair as morning When no mists its beauty shroud ; And her shining auburn ringlets Like a sunlit torrent fall Down the dainty neck whose whiteness , Gleaming through a golden cloud , Seems a snow - wreath in the splendor That the day ...
12. oldal
... fair Than outward beauty , draped in cloth of gold , Are those rich ornaments thy soul doth wear— Truth , Hope , a Tenderness of depth untold , A helpful Instinct , sweet as it is rare , A Patience that abides , a Love that grows not ...
... fair Than outward beauty , draped in cloth of gold , Are those rich ornaments thy soul doth wear— Truth , Hope , a Tenderness of depth untold , A helpful Instinct , sweet as it is rare , A Patience that abides , a Love that grows not ...
15. oldal
... fair , and sweet , With gladness in her eyes , And on her lips , a frank confession meet For love that scorns disguise . And standing close beside her may be seen , With triumph in his face , The royal master with most royal mien , And ...
... fair , and sweet , With gladness in her eyes , And on her lips , a frank confession meet For love that scorns disguise . And standing close beside her may be seen , With triumph in his face , The royal master with most royal mien , And ...
22. oldal
... fair cheeks , that were white , Blush a soft " yes " when I sue ? Do your eyes fill with love light , Amy , aimee , m'aimez - vous ? L'ENVOI . Amy , my arms hold you tight , Captive you are until you Answer , and answer aright , Amy ...
... fair cheeks , that were white , Blush a soft " yes " when I sue ? Do your eyes fill with love light , Amy , aimee , m'aimez - vous ? L'ENVOI . Amy , my arms hold you tight , Captive you are until you Answer , and answer aright , Amy ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
In My Lady's Name: Poems of Love and Beauty (Classic Reprint) Charles Wells Moulton Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
In My Lady's Name: Poems of Love And: Beauty Charles Wells Moulton,G. P. Putnam's Sons Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ain dear ALFRED LORD beauty beneath bird bless bloom blossom blue blush bonnie bosom breast breath bright brow charms cheek CHIGAN CHRISTINA ROSSETTI CLINTON SCOLLARD Cluny water COVENTRY PATMORE dance delight divine doth dream Eleänore eyes face fair fairest fancy feet flowers G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS gaze gentle glance gleam glow golden grace hair hand hath heart heaven Hermioné JAMES HERBERT kiss laugh light lily lips LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE look love's MADISON CAWEIN maid maiden morning Nanie-o ne'er never night o'er Phyllida Posie praise pure Robert ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK Robina Rosalind rose rosy round Saint Valentine SAMUEL MINTURN Scollard shade shadow shine sigh sing skies smile soft song soul spring stars summer sweet sweetest tears tender TENNYSON thee thine Thomas Thou art thro violet voice warm wild William WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind
Népszerű szakaszok
260. 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.
191. oldal - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
24. oldal - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
337. oldal - SHE stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright.
139. oldal - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
40. 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.
239. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
94. oldal - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
97. oldal - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form or lovelier face...
139. oldal - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel Israfel,...