Routledge's wedding-day book [selections from Engl. poetry] by C.A.M. BurdettGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 288 oldal |
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128. oldal
... Than e'er unwedded hearts can feel , Than wedded hearts can e'er reveal . Spenser . John Logan . There's nothing half so sweet in life As Love's young dream . Moore . June II . June 12 . But a smooth and 128 June 10 .
... Than e'er unwedded hearts can feel , Than wedded hearts can e'er reveal . Spenser . John Logan . There's nothing half so sweet in life As Love's young dream . Moore . June II . June 12 . But a smooth and 128 June 10 .
144. oldal
... kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek , And lock'd the dear maid in my arms . John Cunningham . If solid happiness we prize , Within our breast this jewel lies . Cotton . July 2 . July 3 . The royal sun rose 144 July 1 .
... kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek , And lock'd the dear maid in my arms . John Cunningham . If solid happiness we prize , Within our breast this jewel lies . Cotton . July 2 . July 3 . The royal sun rose 144 July 1 .
146. oldal
... possess ; We'll find within our pittance plenty , And be content without excess . John Gilbert Cooper . From the gay world we'll oft retire To our own family and fire . Cotton . July 5 . July 6 . No ; the heart 146 July 4 .
... possess ; We'll find within our pittance plenty , And be content without excess . John Gilbert Cooper . From the gay world we'll oft retire To our own family and fire . Cotton . July 5 . July 6 . No ; the heart 146 July 4 .
158. oldal
... John Langhorne . For if we love one another , Nothing , in truth , can harm us , whatever mischances may happen . July 23 . Longfellow ( Evangeline ) . My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayen , Than doth the ...
... John Langhorne . For if we love one another , Nothing , in truth , can harm us , whatever mischances may happen . July 23 . Longfellow ( Evangeline ) . My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayen , Than doth the ...
162. oldal
... And O ! my sweet wife ! thou art faithfulness too . M. Zrinyi , trans . by Sir J. Bowring . I never knew a woman so dote upon a man . Shakespeare ( Merry Wives of Windsor ) . July 29 . July 30 . John Anderson , my 162 July 28 .
... And O ! my sweet wife ! thou art faithfulness too . M. Zrinyi , trans . by Sir J. Bowring . I never knew a woman so dote upon a man . Shakespeare ( Merry Wives of Windsor ) . July 29 . July 30 . John Anderson , my 162 July 28 .
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...