The Pleasures of Love: Being Amatory Poems, 806. kötetJ. Cundee, 1806 - 188 oldal |
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20. oldal
... ne'er beheld thy heavenly beauty's beam , ' Nor from thy lips received a Houri's kiss . O let my soul , transported as I gaze , Proclaim thy triumph o'er the rising day ; ' See light - wing'd clouds obscure his blushful blaze , • While ...
... ne'er beheld thy heavenly beauty's beam , ' Nor from thy lips received a Houri's kiss . O let my soul , transported as I gaze , Proclaim thy triumph o'er the rising day ; ' See light - wing'd clouds obscure his blushful blaze , • While ...
22. oldal
... ne'er at rest ; Throbbing , longing in these arms Close to strain her yielding charms . Yes , my charmer , though I see Thy heart courts no love with me , Not for worlds , could they be mine , Would I give a hair of thine . Why , O Care ...
... ne'er at rest ; Throbbing , longing in these arms Close to strain her yielding charms . Yes , my charmer , though I see Thy heart courts no love with me , Not for worlds , could they be mine , Would I give a hair of thine . Why , O Care ...
47. oldal
... ne'er possess thee , Still , still my heart its faith shall prove , And its last sighs shall breathe to bless thee . Translations FROM THE French , Italian , Spanish , AND PLEASURES OF LOVE . 47.
... ne'er possess thee , Still , still my heart its faith shall prove , And its last sighs shall breathe to bless thee . Translations FROM THE French , Italian , Spanish , AND PLEASURES OF LOVE . 47.
57. oldal
... ne'er will love again ; Thy tyrant empire I abjure ; My weary heart resolves to cure Its wounds , and ease the raging pain , " Fool ! canst thou fly my happy reign " Iris recals thee to her arms . ' She's false -- I hate her perjur'd ...
... ne'er will love again ; Thy tyrant empire I abjure ; My weary heart resolves to cure Its wounds , and ease the raging pain , " Fool ! canst thou fly my happy reign " Iris recals thee to her arms . ' She's false -- I hate her perjur'd ...
58. oldal
... ne'er will love again . " She who before scorn'd every swain , " Dircé , shall for one sigh be thine . " Age makes her rays too faintly shine ; No , Love --- I ne'er will love again . ! " But should I give thee charms ť obtain " Flora ...
... ne'er will love again . " She who before scorn'd every swain , " Dircé , shall for one sigh be thine . " Age makes her rays too faintly shine ; No , Love --- I ne'er will love again . ! " But should I give thee charms ť obtain " Flora ...
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ACHMED ARDEBEILI ALEPPO amorous anguish arms azure beams beamy beauteous beauty birds blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright Bright waving CASTARA CEPHALUS confest Cupid dart dear Deidamia delight dewy display'd e'er Ev'n fair fancy fate fear flow flowers of Spring fond frown gale gay too soon gentle glowing grace grief grove HAFIZ hair haste heart Hide kiss Laura lip's Love's lover lustre lyre melting murmuring ne'er will love night NOSEGAY nymph o'er pale panting passion pleasure prest Prithee Procris rapture rose rosy round SAPPHO scent SELIMA shade shew shining sigh sing smile snow snowy soft SONG soon the flowers soul Spring will fade stream swain sweet sweeter tear tender thee thine eye thou thro thy charms thy cheek thy lips trembling tresses twas Venus virgin train wanton waves wing Yarrow youth zephyr
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184. oldal - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
171. oldal - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
175. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
178. oldal - I'll seek him in your bonnet brave ; I'll seek him in your eyes ; Nay, now I think they've made his grave I' th' bed of strawberries. I'll seek him there ; I know, ere this, The cold, cold earth doth shake him ; But I will go, or send a kiss By you, sir, to awake him. Pray hurt him not ; though he be dead, He knows well who do love him ; And who with green turfs rear his head, And who do rudely move him.
140. oldal - The green-wood path to meet her brother; They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow. No longer from thy window look — Thou hast no son, thou tender mother! No longer walk, thou lovely maid; Alas, thou hast no more a brother! . No longer seek him east or west And search no more the forest thorough; For, wandering in the night so dark, He fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow.
164. oldal - I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee : But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
151. oldal - MY dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me; When with love's resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me. But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart...
18. oldal - Go boldly forth, my simple lay ; Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung : Thy notes are sweet the damsels say ; But, oh ! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung.
180. oldal - Phoenix' urn and nest. Fear not your ships, Nor any to oppose you save our lips, But come on shore, Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more. For swelling waves, our panting breasts, Where never storms arise, Exchange ; and be awhile our guests : For stars gaze on our eyes. The compass Love shall hourly sing, And, as he goes about the ring, We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss : THE CHARM.
116. oldal - In every heavenly feature smil'd, And ask'd what new complaints I made, And why I call'd you to my aid ? What frenzy in my bosom rag'd, And by what cure to be assuag'd ? What gentle youth I would allure, Whom in my...