The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... with flowers are decked in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! THE QUALITY OF A KISS . HE kiss , with WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 59.
... with flowers are decked in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! THE QUALITY OF A KISS . HE kiss , with WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 59.
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... blue— It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman , For he's baith leal and true , Sae sweet his voice , sae smooth his tongue , His breath's like caller air ; His very foot has music in't , As he comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ...
... blue— It's a ' to pleasure our gudeman , For he's baith leal and true , Sae sweet his voice , sae smooth his tongue , His breath's like caller air ; His very foot has music in't , As he comes up the stair . And will I see his face again ...
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... blue ; For you alone I strive to sing , O tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee , Love ; O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake , nae care I'll take , Though ne'er another trow me . Anne Hunter . [ BORN 1742. DIED ...
... blue ; For you alone I strive to sing , O tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee , Love ; O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake , nae care I'll take , Though ne'er another trow me . Anne Hunter . [ BORN 1742. DIED ...
Стр. 139
... blue : For why , she cries , sit still and weep , While others dance and play ? Alas ! I scarce can go or creep While Lubin is away . ' Tis sad to think the days are gone When those we love are near : I sit upon this mossy stone , And ...
... blue : For why , she cries , sit still and weep , While others dance and play ? Alas ! I scarce can go or creep While Lubin is away . ' Tis sad to think the days are gone When those we love are near : I sit upon this mossy stone , And ...
Стр. 143
... bonnie bairn , My boy Tammy ? I praised her e'en sae lovely blue , Her dimpled cheek and cherry mou ' ; I preed it aft , as ye may trow , - She said she'd tell her mammy . I held her to my beating heart My young , HECTOR M'NEILL . 143.
... bonnie bairn , My boy Tammy ? I praised her e'en sae lovely blue , Her dimpled cheek and cherry mou ' ; I preed it aft , as ye may trow , - She said she'd tell her mammy . I held her to my beating heart My young , HECTOR M'NEILL . 143.
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Стр. 162 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 83 - 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. 99 - GOING TO THE WARS 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 honour more.
Стр. 28 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Стр. 227 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— Her health! and would on earth there stood, Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Стр. 43 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Стр. 158 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Стр. 155 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Стр. 65 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Стр. 74 - BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ; Or bid me love, and I will 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.