Lyric Love: An AnthologyWilliam Watson Macmillan and Company, 1892 - Всего страниц: 238 |
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... , And I could tell What made your eyes a growing gloom of love , As a warm South - wind sombres a March grove . And it was like your great and gracious ways To turn your talk on daily things , my Dear LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 5.
... , And I could tell What made your eyes a growing gloom of love , As a warm South - wind sombres a March grove . And it was like your great and gracious ways To turn your talk on daily things , my Dear LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 5.
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... wind doth move Silently , invisibly . I told my love , I told my love , I told her all my heart , Trembling , cold , in ghastly fears . Ah ! she did depart . Soon after she was gone from me , A traveller came by , Silently , invisibly ...
... wind doth move Silently , invisibly . I told my love , I told my love , I told her all my heart , Trembling , cold , in ghastly fears . Ah ! she did depart . Soon after she was gone from me , A traveller came by , Silently , invisibly ...
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... wind , when wilt thou blaw , And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? O gentle death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie , ' Tis not sic cauld that ...
... wind , when wilt thou blaw , And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? O gentle death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie , ' Tis not sic cauld that ...
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... , I am unblest ; With many doubts opprest , I wander like a desert wind , without a place of rest . Could I but win you for an hour from off that starry shore , The hunger of my soul were stilled , for Death 26 LYRIC LOVE.
... , I am unblest ; With many doubts opprest , I wander like a desert wind , without a place of rest . Could I but win you for an hour from off that starry shore , The hunger of my soul were stilled , for Death 26 LYRIC LOVE.
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... winds are in the tree , Round selfish shores for ever moans the hurt and wounded sea , There is no rest upon the earth , peace is with death and thee , Barbara . ALEXANDER SMITH . XXV BERTRAM AND HELENA I AM undone there is no living ...
... winds are in the tree , Round selfish shores for ever moans the hurt and wounded sea , There is no rest upon the earth , peace is with death and thee , Barbara . ALEXANDER SMITH . XXV BERTRAM AND HELENA I AM undone there is no living ...
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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.