The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple on his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win : At last he set her both his eyes— She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she ...
... Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple on his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win : At last he set her both his eyes— She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she ...
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... grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries Hey ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting , A heaven has made it of a kind , Not well ; -nor full ...
... grows , Most barren with best using . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries Hey ho ! Love is a torment of the mind , A tempest everlasting , A heaven has made it of a kind , Not well ; -nor full ...
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... grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains by thee . " ' * * The authorship of the above is an unsettled question . The first stanza will be found in Measure for Measure ; and the ...
... grow Are of those that April wears ; But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains by thee . " ' * * The authorship of the above is an unsettled question . The first stanza will be found in Measure for Measure ; and the ...
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... grow and plants did spring , Every thing did banish moan Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Leaned her breast against a thorn , And there sung the dolefullest ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie ...
... grow and plants did spring , Every thing did banish moan Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Leaned her breast against a thorn , And there sung the dolefullest ditty That to hear it was great pity . Fie , fie ...
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... there It would not withered be , But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent it back to me ; Since then , it grows and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . John Fletcher . [ BORN 1576. DIED 1625. ] SONG BEN JONSON . 53.
... there It would not withered be , But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent it back to me ; Since then , it grows and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . John Fletcher . [ BORN 1576. DIED 1625. ] SONG BEN JONSON . 53.
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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.