The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... light , Or brightest day the darkest night . And thereto hath a troth as just , As had Penelope the Fair ; For what she saith , ye may it trust , As it by writing sealed were : And virtues hath she many mo ' Than I with pen have skill ...
... light , Or brightest day the darkest night . And thereto hath a troth as just , As had Penelope the Fair ; For what she saith , ye may it trust , As it by writing sealed were : And virtues hath she many mo ' Than I with pen have skill ...
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... light . Not Jove nor Nature , should they both agree To make a woman of the firmament Of his mixed purity , could not * invent A sky - born form so beautiful as she . * Sic . Samuel Danyell . [ BORN 1562. DIED 1619 ] A ROBERT GREENE . 31.
... light . Not Jove nor Nature , should they both agree To make a woman of the firmament Of his mixed purity , could not * invent A sky - born form so beautiful as she . * Sic . Samuel Danyell . [ BORN 1562. DIED 1619 ] A ROBERT GREENE . 31.
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... Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again , Seals of love , but sealed in vain . Hide , oh , hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears ! On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ...
... Lights that do mislead the morn ; But my kisses bring again , Seals of love , but sealed in vain . Hide , oh , hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears ! On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ...
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... light ; You common people of the skies , What are you when the moon shall rise ? Ye violets that first appear By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the Spring were all your own ; What are you ...
... light ; You common people of the skies , What are you when the moon shall rise ? Ye violets that first appear By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the Spring were all your own ; What are you ...
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... night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . -This is that happy morn , That day , long wished day Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely 58 BOOK OF RUBIES .
... night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . -This is that happy morn , That day , long wished day Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely 58 BOOK OF RUBIES .
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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. 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. 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. 36 - 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.
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. 76 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
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. 53 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.