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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... cold from without find its way to our hearts ? No , Patrick , no ! sure the wintriest weather Is easily borne when we bear it together . Though the rain's dropping through from the roof to the floor , And the wind whistles free where ...
... cold from without find its way to our hearts ? No , Patrick , no ! sure the wintriest weather Is easily borne when we bear it together . Though the rain's dropping through from the roof to the floor , And the wind whistles free where ...
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... cold durance of an echoing cave . Yet better thus than cold disdain to brave ; Or worse , to taint the quiet of that mind That decks its temple with unearthly grace . Together must we dwell , my dream and I— Unknown then live , and ...
... cold durance of an echoing cave . Yet better thus than cold disdain to brave ; Or worse , to taint the quiet of that mind That decks its temple with unearthly grace . Together must we dwell , my dream and I— Unknown then live , and ...
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... cold ) ; Fashion'd in the lily's mould , Stately , queen - like , very fair ; With a motion like the air ; Glances full of morning light , When the morn is not too bright ; With a forehead marble pale , When sad pity tells her tale ...
... cold ) ; Fashion'd in the lily's mould , Stately , queen - like , very fair ; With a motion like the air ; Glances full of morning light , When the morn is not too bright ; With a forehead marble pale , When sad pity tells her tale ...
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... 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 . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . THE PRIMROSE . WHEN time's dark winter shall be o'er ...
... 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 . HARTLEY COLERIDGE . THE PRIMROSE . WHEN time's dark winter shall be o'er ...
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... cold bed below . Where'er I find thee , gentle flower , Thou still art sweet and dear to me ; For I have known the cheerless hour- Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale- Have felt the chilly wintry gale , And wept and shrank like thee ...
... cold bed below . Where'er I find thee , gentle flower , Thou still art sweet and dear to me ; For I have known the cheerless hour- Have seen the sunbeams cold and pale- Have felt the chilly wintry gale , And wept and shrank like thee ...
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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 !