In My Lady's Name: Poems of Love and BeautyG.P. Putnam's sons, 1896 - 394 oldal |
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31. oldal
... Wise Arabella , yet not wise alone , She like a bright and polished brilliant shone ; Her father owned her for his prop and stay , Aridane 31.
... Wise Arabella , yet not wise alone , She like a bright and polished brilliant shone ; Her father owned her for his prop and stay , Aridane 31.
48. oldal
... wise As - glad winds teaching birds to sing ; Steal thou and gaze deep in her eyes ; — Such scholars of the starry skies ! — Canst marvel at the thing ? Nay , Blanch , like some red bud that blows , Hoards honey in her sunny heart ...
... wise As - glad winds teaching birds to sing ; Steal thou and gaze deep in her eyes ; — Such scholars of the starry skies ! — Canst marvel at the thing ? Nay , Blanch , like some red bud that blows , Hoards honey in her sunny heart ...
52. oldal
... wise commands ; And so innocent , that ill She nor acts , nor understands : Women's feet run still astray , If once to ill they know the way . She sails by that rock , the court , Where oft virtue splits her mast ; And retiredness ...
... wise commands ; And so innocent , that ill She nor acts , nor understands : Women's feet run still astray , If once to ill they know the way . She sails by that rock , the court , Where oft virtue splits her mast ; And retiredness ...
61. oldal
... ; Let every throat be vocal when Clarinda " takes the air . " She hath a smile that would beguile A monk in robe and cowl , And yet her eyes can look as wise As grave Minerva's owl . Lo , when she speaks , across her cheeks The Clare 61.
... ; Let every throat be vocal when Clarinda " takes the air . " She hath a smile that would beguile A monk in robe and cowl , And yet her eyes can look as wise As grave Minerva's owl . Lo , when she speaks , across her cheeks The Clare 61.
74. oldal
... aie which of hem was more . She sobre was , eke simple , and wise withall , The best ynorished eke that might bee , And goodly of her speche in generall , Charitable , estately , lusty and free , Ne nevermore 74 Creseide.
... aie which of hem was more . She sobre was , eke simple , and wise withall , The best ynorished eke that might bee , And goodly of her speche in generall , Charitable , estately , lusty and free , Ne nevermore 74 Creseide.
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 |
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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
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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,...