The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... passions slide into my mind , For I am soft and made of melting snow ; Or be more cruel , Love , and so be kind ; Let me or float or sink , be high or low , Or let me live with some more sweet content , Or die , and so forget what love ...
... passions slide into my mind , For I am soft and made of melting snow ; Or be more cruel , Love , and so be kind ; Let me or float or sink , be high or low , Or let me live with some more sweet content , Or die , and so forget what love ...
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... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD . OME live with me , and be my love , And we will all the pleasures prove That vallies , groves , and hills and fields , The woods or steepy mountains yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds ...
... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD . OME live with me , and be my love , And we will all the pleasures prove That vallies , groves , and hills and fields , The woods or steepy mountains yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds ...
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... passion move To live with thee , and be thy love . But fading flowers in every field , To winter floods their treasures yield ; A honeyed tongue , a heart of gall , Is Fancy's spring , but Sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoes , thy beds ...
... passion move To live with thee , and be thy love . But fading flowers in every field , To winter floods their treasures yield ; A honeyed tongue , a heart of gall , Is Fancy's spring , but Sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoes , thy beds ...
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... passion speechless lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed of death , And innocence is closing up his eyes , -Now if thou wouldst , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover . William Shakspeare ...
... passion speechless lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed of death , And innocence is closing up his eyes , -Now if thou wouldst , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover . William Shakspeare ...
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... of Scots . There appears no doubt , after investigation , that it was written by Wotton , and was addressed to the Queen of Bohemia , daughter of James I. Thinking your passion understood By your weak accents - what's SIR HENRY WOTTON . 45.
... of Scots . There appears no doubt , after investigation , that it was written by Wotton , and was addressed to the Queen of Bohemia , daughter of James I. Thinking your passion understood By your weak accents - what's SIR HENRY WOTTON . 45.
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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.