Lyric Love: An AnthologyWilliam Watson Macmillan and Company, 1892 - Всего страниц: 238 |
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... ' CLIX Of Corinna's singing CLX Love's Perversity CLXI " Hear , ye ladies , that despise ' Thomas Moore 176 Thomas Campion 178 Coventry Patmore 178 John Fletcher 180 THE WINGS OF EROS CLXII " And wilt thou leave XX CONTENTS.
... ' CLIX Of Corinna's singing CLX Love's Perversity CLXI " Hear , ye ladies , that despise ' Thomas Moore 176 Thomas Campion 178 Coventry Patmore 178 John Fletcher 180 THE WINGS OF EROS CLXII " And wilt thou leave XX CONTENTS.
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An Anthology William Watson. THE WINGS OF EROS CLXII " And wilt thou leave me thus ? " CLXIII The Adieu CLXIV Disdain Returned PAGE Sir Thomas Wyatt 183 Sir Walter Scott 184 Thomas Carew 184 CLXV " When the lamp is shattered " CLXVI A ...
An Anthology William Watson. THE WINGS OF EROS CLXII " And wilt thou leave me thus ? " CLXIII The Adieu CLXIV Disdain Returned PAGE Sir Thomas Wyatt 183 Sir Walter Scott 184 Thomas Carew 184 CLXV " When the lamp is shattered " CLXVI A ...
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... leave me at the last , More at the wonder than the loss aghast , With huddled , unintelligible phrase , And frighten'd eye , And go your journey of all days With not one kiss , or a good - bye , And the only loveless look the look with ...
... leave me at the last , More at the wonder than the loss aghast , With huddled , unintelligible phrase , And frighten'd eye , And go your journey of all days With not one kiss , or a good - bye , And the only loveless look the look with ...
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... , Who could win maiden's breast , Ruin , and leave her ? In the lost battle , Borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying . Eleu loro , etc. CHORUS . There shall he be LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 7.
... , Who could win maiden's breast , Ruin , and leave her ? In the lost battle , Borne down by the flying , Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying . Eleu loro , etc. CHORUS . There shall he be LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 7.
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... leave the scorner unrelieved . These verses are too sad To send to you , but that I know , Happy yourself , you feel another's woe . PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . XVIII GODFRID TO OLIVE ( FROM The Human Tragedy ) ACCEPT it , Olive ? Surely ...
... leave the scorner unrelieved . These verses are too sad To send to you , but that I know , Happy yourself , you feel another's woe . PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . XVIII GODFRID TO OLIVE ( FROM The Human Tragedy ) ACCEPT it , Olive ? Surely ...
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Airly Beacon Annie awake beauty bird Birks of Aberfeldy bonny lassie bosom braes breast breath bright cheek CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI COVENTRY PATMORE delight doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Annie flame flowers forget frae gaze golden grace gray grief hair hand happy hath heart heaven kirk kiss kye comes hame lady let thee go Lewti light lily lips Lochroyan look Lord Gregory love thee love true Thou love's lover luve maid mind ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round sang Say nay sigh Sing heigh-ho smile song soul Stanza stars sweet tears tell thine things THOMAS CAREW thou art thought true love Twas unto verse vows waly weel wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind wings young
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Стр. 139 - 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 honor more.
Стр. 159 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Стр. 154 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Стр. 148 - 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.
Стр. 85 - 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...
Стр. 121 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Стр. 14 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Стр. 194 - ... 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. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when...
Стр. 85 - 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.
Стр. 193 - 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.