The Holly and Mistletoe: Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries, 2. könyvFrederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 40 találatból.
iii. oldal
... Song PAGE Croly I Moore 2 The " Cabinet " 3 Campbell 5 Song · Song of the Peasant Wife To my Love • The Shepherd to his Love The Dream of Love The Heliotrope Wild Flowers . Question and Reply Lyric . • A Plea for Love Song · Bailey 6 ...
... Song PAGE Croly I Moore 2 The " Cabinet " 3 Campbell 5 Song · Song of the Peasant Wife To my Love • The Shepherd to his Love The Dream of Love The Heliotrope Wild Flowers . Question and Reply Lyric . • A Plea for Love Song · Bailey 6 ...
iv. oldal
... Song Tell me not , Sweet , I am unkind Like the Violet , which alone · PAGE Bishop Horne 17 Thomas Davis 18 Hartley Coleridge 20 Bishop Horne 20 Charles Swain 21 Lovelace 22 The Garden Montrose to his Love To Althea The Young Bride The ...
... Song Tell me not , Sweet , I am unkind Like the Violet , which alone · PAGE Bishop Horne 17 Thomas Davis 18 Hartley Coleridge 20 Bishop Horne 20 Charles Swain 21 Lovelace 22 The Garden Montrose to his Love To Althea The Young Bride The ...
v. oldal
... Song Flowers My Love • True Love - Eternal Love . True Beauty • First Avowal of Love True Love . Domestic Love . From Anacreon Wedded Love . Fickle Affection A Spring Day Lily of the Valley • • Lily of the Valley Spring Song The Birth ...
... Song Flowers My Love • True Love - Eternal Love . True Beauty • First Avowal of Love True Love . Domestic Love . From Anacreon Wedded Love . Fickle Affection A Spring Day Lily of the Valley • • Lily of the Valley Spring Song The Birth ...
vii. oldal
... Song · vii PAGE Wilson 94 95 John Dryden 96 97 Richard Crashaw 98 Henry Peachum 99 Thomas Percy 100 Shakspeare 102 ... Song Sweet Lavender R. F. Housman 113 Strickland 115 Song to Diaphenia . Henry Constable 117 The Alpine Violet . Byron ...
... Song · vii PAGE Wilson 94 95 John Dryden 96 97 Richard Crashaw 98 Henry Peachum 99 Thomas Percy 100 Shakspeare 102 ... Song Sweet Lavender R. F. Housman 113 Strickland 115 Song to Diaphenia . Henry Constable 117 The Alpine Violet . Byron ...
viii. oldal
Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries. May - Morn Song · The Honeysuckle or Woodbine Although Thou maun never be Mine Love Song The Language of Flowers To The Night - blowing Stock Spare my Flower . · Song . • · PAGE ...
Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries. May - Morn Song · The Honeysuckle or Woodbine Although Thou maun never be Mine Love Song The Language of Flowers To The Night - blowing Stock Spare my Flower . · Song . • · PAGE ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
adore ANACREON Athené BARRY CORNWALL beating beauty bend beneath bird BISHOP HORNE bless bloom blossoms bosom bower breast breath bright Castara charms cheek cold corn is green crown cuckoo flowers dark Deal gently dear deck doth dreams dwell earth edge of doom fade fair fairy-queen feel fond fragrance friends garden gentle green HAREBELL HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven hour hues kiss knight without armour leave thee let me weep light lily lips lone look Love's maiden Mary MARY HOWITT mind morn ne'er neath never night o'er pale Passion Flower perfume purple roses rough sets round shade SHAKSPEARE shine showers sigh sings smile soft SONG soul sound I heard spring stars streams summer sweet tears tears of wine tender There's thine THINK ON THEE thought trees trembling true lovers twas violet voice vows wild wilt wind wings
Népszerű szakaszok
105. oldal - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
22. oldal - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
25. oldal - TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
68. oldal - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. 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.
75. oldal - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
118. oldal - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
8. oldal - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
58. oldal - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
26. oldal - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
18. oldal - So come in the evening, or come in the morning : Come when you're looked for, or come without warning : Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you ! Light is my heart since the day we were plighted ; Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted ; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing, " True lovers don't sever !