Cupid's album: being a choice collection of elegant compliments and brilliant jeux-d'espritSherwood, Gilbert & Piper, 1826 - 228 oldal |
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19. oldal
... bliss . Soon Cupid espied her so calmly reposing : " Why sleep'st thou , my mother , ' tis Cupid - oh ! speak ; Bright Phoebus is set , and night's curtains are closing : " He spoke , and his finger impress'd on her cheek . As soft as ...
... bliss . Soon Cupid espied her so calmly reposing : " Why sleep'st thou , my mother , ' tis Cupid - oh ! speak ; Bright Phoebus is set , and night's curtains are closing : " He spoke , and his finger impress'd on her cheek . As soft as ...
30. oldal
... is , surely , so pleasing as this ; Although ' tis obscure and perplext : One moment , I read in it rapture and bliss , And falsehood and sorrow the next . You smile , now my stars a bright aspect assume 33 30 CUPID'S ALBUM .
... is , surely , so pleasing as this ; Although ' tis obscure and perplext : One moment , I read in it rapture and bliss , And falsehood and sorrow the next . You smile , now my stars a bright aspect assume 33 30 CUPID'S ALBUM .
36. oldal
... bliss may give . But , ah ! when I the proffer make , Still coyly you refuse to take . My heart I dedicate in vain ; The too - mean present you disdain . Yet since the solemn time allows To choose the subject 36 CUPID'S ALBUM .
... bliss may give . But , ah ! when I the proffer make , Still coyly you refuse to take . My heart I dedicate in vain ; The too - mean present you disdain . Yet since the solemn time allows To choose the subject 36 CUPID'S ALBUM .
43. oldal
... l'arrestoit . - VOIT . How heav'nly was the poet's doom , To breathe his spirit through a kiss : And lose within so sweet a tomb The trembling messenger of bliss ! And , ah ! his soul return'd to feel That CUPID'S ALBUM . 43.
... l'arrestoit . - VOIT . How heav'nly was the poet's doom , To breathe his spirit through a kiss : And lose within so sweet a tomb The trembling messenger of bliss ! And , ah ! his soul return'd to feel That CUPID'S ALBUM . 43.
85. oldal
... bliss , To me not always will thy sight allow ; Then oft ' , with kind impatience , look on this ; Then , every minute count as I do now . ON LADY MARGARET FORDYCE . BY R. B. SHERIDAN . Mark'd you her eye , of sparkling blue ? Mark'd ...
... bliss , To me not always will thy sight allow ; Then oft ' , with kind impatience , look on this ; Then , every minute count as I do now . ON LADY MARGARET FORDYCE . BY R. B. SHERIDAN . Mark'd you her eye , of sparkling blue ? Mark'd ...
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admiration adorn beams beauteous beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright Celia's charms cheek Chloe compliment Cupid dart dear maid delight DOCTOR JOHNSON doth dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE DUKE OF ANJOU e'er earth face fair fairest fate feel flame flower fond GALLANTRY gaze gentle gift give glance grace hair hand hath heart heaven heavenly HERRICK hour Julia Kinsale kiss LADY'S lave o't light lips look LORD BYRON LORD LANSDOWNE Love's lover Madam MADRIGAL Majesty mind mistress morn Mount Edgecumbe ne'er never night nymph o'er the lave passion pity Pleas'd Procris Queen R. B. SHERIDAN rapture RICHARD RYAN ROBERT BURNS rose rosy round shine sigh SIR WALTER RALEIGH sleep smile soft song soul stars stole sweet tears tell thee thine eye thou art thought Venus whistle o'er woman YOUNG LADY
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55. oldal - ASK ME No MORE ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note.
79. oldal - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
110. oldal - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
56. oldal - The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your...
89. oldal - At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing...
80. oldal - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
170. oldal - The lark now leaves his watr'y nest And climbing, shakes his dewy wings; He takes this window for the East; And to implore your light, he sings, Awake, awake, the morn will never rise. Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.
58. oldal - ... give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
57. oldal - And now I beseech thee, lady, not as though I wrote a new commandment unto thee, but that which we had from the beginning, that we love one another.
200. oldal - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown?