Routledge's wedding-day book [selections from Engl. poetry] by C.A.M. BurdettGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 288 oldal |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 19 találatból.
44. oldal
... thou art not the God of Love ! Unless love feeds upon its own sweet self Till it becomes all music dreams of . February 24 . Yes , love is ever busy with his shuttle , Is ever weaving into life's dull warp Shelley . Bright , gorgeous ...
... thou art not the God of Love ! Unless love feeds upon its own sweet self Till it becomes all music dreams of . February 24 . Yes , love is ever busy with his shuttle , Is ever weaving into life's dull warp Shelley . Bright , gorgeous ...
68. oldal
... thou art its queen . March 26 . Longfellow ( Annie of Tharaw ) . Oh , no ! thy love , though much , is not so great , It is my love that keeps mine eye awake , Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat , To play the watchman ever for thy ...
... thou art its queen . March 26 . Longfellow ( Annie of Tharaw ) . Oh , no ! thy love , though much , is not so great , It is my love that keeps mine eye awake , Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat , To play the watchman ever for thy ...
110. oldal
... thou art found . Alexander Smith . Women who marry seldom act but once ; Their lot is , ere they wed , obedience Unto a father ; thenceforth to a husband . Westland Marston , LL.D. May 20 . A nymph , no tongue , no heart , no eye ...
... thou art found . Alexander Smith . Women who marry seldom act but once ; Their lot is , ere they wed , obedience Unto a father ; thenceforth to a husband . Westland Marston , LL.D. May 20 . A nymph , no tongue , no heart , no eye ...
140. oldal
... thou art my home . Love - what a volume in a word , An ocean in a tear ! June 30 . Prior . Tupper . Teach us all the enchanting arts Of winning and of keeping hearts ; Teach us , dear Doctor , if you can , To humble that proud creature ...
... thou art my home . Love - what a volume in a word , An ocean in a tear ! June 30 . Prior . Tupper . Teach us all the enchanting arts Of winning and of keeping hearts ; Teach us , dear Doctor , if you can , To humble that proud creature ...
144. oldal
C. A. M. Burdett. 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 . Shakespeare . What is true beauty but fair ...
C. A. M. Burdett. 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 . Shakespeare . What is true beauty but fair ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Anonymous April aught August August 29 beauty bliss Bowring breath brow Byron charm Coventry Patmore Cowper Crabbe dear December 12 December 23 delight doth E. B. Browning e'er earth eyes face fair faith February February 18 flower frown Garrick gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace grief hand happy hath heart heaven husband January January 18 January 20 July June kiss Lady live Longfellow Song Longfellow The Spanish look love thee Love's Labour's Lost Lyttelton March mind Moore ne'er never night November November 23 obey October 23 October 24 on't pleasure Pope Proverb Scotch Song September September 21 Shakespeare Cymbeline Shakespeare King Henry Shakespeare Midsummer Night's Shakespeare Taming Shakespeare Two Gentlemen Shelley Shrew smile Song of Hiawatha soul Spanish Student Spenser sweet tender There's thine Thomas Lodge Thomas Sylvestre thou art thro timid thread trans true love Westland Marston wife woman
Népszerű szakaszok
236. oldal - What years, i' faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. DUKE. Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart...
208. oldal - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband...
168. oldal - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
168. oldal - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
144. oldal - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
104. oldal - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
142. oldal - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
205. oldal - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
144. oldal - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
88. oldal - Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty, Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare...