The Holly and Mistletoe: Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries, Книги 2Frederick Warne and Company, 1869 - Всего страниц: 152 |
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... bright on the flowers , Or if we crept out amid darkness and showers ? No , Patrick ! we talked , while we braved the wild weather , Of all we could bear , if we bore it together . Soon , soon will these dark dreary days be gone Song of ...
... bright on the flowers , Or if we crept out amid darkness and showers ? No , Patrick ! we talked , while we braved the wild weather , Of all we could bear , if we bore it together . Soon , soon will these dark dreary days be gone Song of ...
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... bright ; With a forehead marble pale , When sad pity tells her tale ; And a soft scarce tinted cheek , ( Flushing but when she doth speak ) ; For her voice ' t should have a tone Sweetest when with me alone ; And Love himself should ...
... bright ; With a forehead marble pale , When sad pity tells her tale ; And a soft scarce tinted cheek , ( Flushing but when she doth speak ) ; For her voice ' t should have a tone Sweetest when with me alone ; And Love himself should ...
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... bright , A well of love , a spring of light . But now her looks are coy and cold- To mine they ne'er reply ; And yet I cease not to behold The love - light in her eye : Her very frowns are sweeter far Than smiles of other maidens are ...
... bright , A well of love , a spring of light . But now her looks are coy and cold- To mine they ne'er reply ; And yet I cease not to behold The love - light in her eye : Her very frowns are sweeter far Than smiles of other maidens are ...
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... bright thoughts - my wings , Through life I trust to flutter on As gay as aught that sings . One hour I own I dread - to die Alone and unbefriended , No soothing voice , no tearful eye , But that must soon be ended ; And then I shall ...
... bright thoughts - my wings , Through life I trust to flutter on As gay as aught that sings . One hour I own I dread - to die Alone and unbefriended , No soothing voice , no tearful eye , But that must soon be ended ; And then I shall ...
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... we may be no more- Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! eve's bright moon Must now light other feet With the gathered grapes and the lyre in tune Thy homeward steps to greet . Thou ! in whose voice , to bless thy child.
... we may be no more- Kind sister , let me weep ! I leave thee , father ! eve's bright moon Must now light other feet With the gathered grapes and the lyre in tune Thy homeward steps to greet . Thou ! in whose voice , to bless thy child.
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adore ANACREON Athené BARRY CORNWALL beauty bend beneath birds BISHOP HORNE bless bloom blossoms blushes bosom bough bower breast breath bright brow Castara charms cheek chidden Chirrup cold crown dark darling buds dear deck Dost doth dreams dwell earth edge of doom eternal fade fair feel fond fragrance garden gentle green HAREBELL HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath hear heart heaven holy hour hues jasmine tree kiss LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS leave thee let me weep light lily lips look love's lovers Mary MARY HOWITT mind morn ne'er neath never night o'er pale PASSION FLOWER perfume purple ragged robins roses round shade SHAKSPEARE shine showers sigh sing smile snow soft SONG soul spring star streams summer Summer's lease sweet tears tender There's thine Thou art thought tree trembling true twas violet voice vows wandering fire wild wind wings woodbine youth
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Стр. 105 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Стр. 22 - 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. 25 - TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Стр. 68 - 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. 75 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Стр. 118 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Стр. 8 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Стр. 58 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 26 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
Стр. 18 - So come in the evening, or come in the morning : Come when you're looked for, or come without warning : Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you ! Light is my heart since the day we were plighted ; Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted ; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing, " True lovers don't sever !