Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with notes, by W.D. Adams, Выпуск 651H.S. King & Company, 1874 - Всего страниц: 252 |
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... cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . William ...
... cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . William ...
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... cheek , - . Else it would wane with beauty , and grow weak , As if the rose made summer , and so lie Amongst the perishable things that die , Unlike the love which I would give and seek , Whose health is of no hue - to feel decay With ...
... cheek , - . Else it would wane with beauty , and grow weak , As if the rose made summer , and so lie Amongst the perishable things that die , Unlike the love which I would give and seek , Whose health is of no hue - to feel decay With ...
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... cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . William ...
... cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . William ...
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... cheek , - . Else it would wane with beauty , and grow weak , As if the rose made summer , —and so lie Amongst the perishable things that die , Unlike the love which I would give and seek , Whose health is of no hue - to feel decay With ...
... cheek , - . Else it would wane with beauty , and grow weak , As if the rose made summer , —and so lie Amongst the perishable things that die , Unlike the love which I would give and seek , Whose health is of no hue - to feel decay With ...
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... cheeks nor sunny eyes , — Enough of lilies or of roses ! A thousand - fold more dear to me The look that gentle love discloses , That look which love alone can see . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . XXI . LOVE'S COLOURS . NOT violets I gave my ...
... cheeks nor sunny eyes , — Enough of lilies or of roses ! A thousand - fold more dear to me The look that gentle love discloses , That look which love alone can see . Samuel Taylor Coleridge . XXI . LOVE'S COLOURS . NOT violets I gave my ...
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adieu Love Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne beauty birds blush bonnie breast breath bright cheek Christina Rossetti cold dead dear DEATH OF LOVE dost doth dream DYING OF UNKINDNESS Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fair fancy flower forget grace hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hour John Leicester Warren kind kiss lady light lips live look love anew LOVE DYING love thee LOVE UPBRAIDING LOVE'S AFTER-YEARS LOVE'S COMPLAINT LOVE'S DESPAIR LOVE'S FAREWELL LOVE'S PRAISES LOVE'S PROTESTATION lover lute lyric maid Matthew Arnold ne'er never night o'er pain Percy Bysshe Shelley poem Robert Herrick rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge sigh silent sing Sir John Suckling smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell tender thine things Thomas Carew thou art thought thy love true love untrue Love verse weep William Shakespeare wilt wind wing
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Стр. 46 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Стр. 77 - 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 waylay.
Стр. 90 - 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 honor more.
Стр. 199 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Стр. 198 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Стр. 112 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Стр. 104 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Стр. 140 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
Стр. 12 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
Стр. 162 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.