In My Lady's Name: Poems of Love and BeautyG.P. Putnam's sons, 1896 - 394 oldal |
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... never dreams of wrong ! There is no sin or wrong in truth , Whate'er the form it takes ; Her sparkling eyes and rosy mouth Reveal it ere she speaks ! Her virgin heart and mind of light , Her soft , sweet , winning tone , With many a ...
... never dreams of wrong ! There is no sin or wrong in truth , Whate'er the form it takes ; Her sparkling eyes and rosy mouth Reveal it ere she speaks ! Her virgin heart and mind of light , Her soft , sweet , winning tone , With many a ...
4. oldal
... never dreams of wrong ! There is no sin or wrong in truth , Whate'er the form it takes ; Her sparkling eyes and rosy mouth Reveal it ere she speaks ! Her virgin heart and mind of light , Her soft , sweet , winning tone , With many a ...
... never dreams of wrong ! There is no sin or wrong in truth , Whate'er the form it takes ; Her sparkling eyes and rosy mouth Reveal it ere she speaks ! Her virgin heart and mind of light , Her soft , sweet , winning tone , With many a ...
5. oldal
... never cloy , A charm that never dies ! And only nature can impart A grace so beautiful ; It springs from purity of heart , And dwells within the soul ! HORACE P. BIDDLE . ADELINE . I. MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling Adeline ...
... never cloy , A charm that never dies ! And only nature can impart A grace so beautiful ; It springs from purity of heart , And dwells within the soul ! HORACE P. BIDDLE . ADELINE . I. MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling Adeline ...
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... petals of a rose Her rounded damask cheek . Those eyes , the wild bee never sips A violet half so fair ; And mark those dainty roguish lips , - What sweetness revels there ! See how the daisies scatter dew About her as she 12 Agnes.
... petals of a rose Her rounded damask cheek . Those eyes , the wild bee never sips A violet half so fair ; And mark those dainty roguish lips , - What sweetness revels there ! See how the daisies scatter dew About her as she 12 Agnes.
13. oldal
... never care or weeping dole Shall fill her gentle breast ; The sacred beauty of her soul Shines out a spirit blest . Her voice is music to my ear , Her smile is light divine ; There's never sorrow when she ' s near , - My Agnes , and she ...
... never care or weeping dole Shall fill her gentle breast ; The sacred beauty of her soul Shines out a spirit blest . Her voice is music to my ear , Her smile is light divine ; There's never sorrow when she ' s near , - My Agnes , and she ...
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,...