The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... 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 , nor fasting . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries Hey ho ! TO ...
... 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 , nor fasting . Why so ? If we enjoy it , soon it dies ; If not enjoyed , it sighing cries Hey ho ! TO ...
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... sighs ; here I enrol How they were spent for thee ; look what they are . Look on the dear expenses of my youth , And see how just I reckon with thine eyes : Examine well thy beauty with my truth ; And cross my cares , ere greater cares ...
... sighs ; here I enrol How they were spent for thee ; look what they are . Look on the dear expenses of my youth , And see how just I reckon with thine eyes : Examine well thy beauty with my truth ; And cross my cares , ere greater cares ...
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... handled been awhile- Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; And I shall sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love to every one Hath caused thee to be loved by none . 3 John Donne . [ BORN 1573. DIED 1631. ] THE SIR ROBERT AYTOUN . 49.
... handled been awhile- Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; And I shall sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love to every one Hath caused thee to be loved by none . 3 John Donne . [ BORN 1573. DIED 1631. ] THE SIR ROBERT AYTOUN . 49.
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... sighs and tears , By being to thee then what to me thou wast ; But so great joy our life at once outwears ; Then , lest thy love by my death frustrate be , If thou love me , take heed of loving me . Take heed of hating me , Or too much ...
... sighs and tears , By being to thee then what to me thou wast ; But so great joy our life at once outwears ; Then , lest thy love by my death frustrate be , If thou love me , take heed of loving me . Take heed of hating me , Or too much ...
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... sigh my soul to thee : Nor was it death - death doth no joy impart . Thou silent stand'st , ah ! what didst thou ... sighs Be closed , yet such a grace Environeth that place , That I through wonder to grow faint am brought : Suns , if ...
... sigh my soul to thee : Nor was it death - death doth no joy impart . Thou silent stand'st , ah ! what didst thou ... sighs Be closed , yet such a grace Environeth that place , That I through wonder to grow faint am brought : Suns , if ...
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beauty birds blossom blush bonnie BORN bosom braes breast breath bright brow BRYAN WALLER PROCTOR charms cheek Christ Church College cloud College dear death DIED disdain doth dream Earl educated EDWARD LYTTON EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON fair fairest fate flame flowers Forget gentle Giles Fletcher gone green hath hear heart heaven hope John JOHN LYLYE kiss lady leaves light lips look love thee love's lover maid Mary morning ne'er never Nicholas Breton night o'er Oxford passion plays poems Ramoth RICHARD BARNEFIELD ROBERT AYTOUN rose shade shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet tears tell thee-I thought thine eyes THOMAS thou art thought of thee thy love Twas University of Edinburgh unto voice vows waly waves weary WILLIAM willow-tree wilt thou wind Yarrow young young Jessie
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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.