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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... Spring Day Lily of the Valley Lily of the Valley Spring Song Contents . V PAGE Croly 43 Milnes 44 The Birth of the Anemone Shakspeare 45 Mrs. Arey 46 Mary Maynard 47 · Kingsley 48 Owen Meredith 50 Mrs. Hemans 51 J. R. Lowell 52 • Croly ...
... Spring Day Lily of the Valley Lily of the Valley Spring Song Contents . V PAGE Croly 43 Milnes 44 The Birth of the Anemone Shakspeare 45 Mrs. Arey 46 Mary Maynard 47 · Kingsley 48 Owen Meredith 50 Mrs. Hemans 51 J. R. Lowell 52 • Croly ...
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... Spring . · The Lily of the Valley The Lily of the Valley E. Elliott 78 Mary Howitt 78 H. Heber 79 Charlotte Smith 81 Armstrong 82 82 Latham 83 Henry King 84 Walter Raleigh 85 86 George Wither 87 Herrick 89 Quarles 89 Bishop Mant 90 ...
... Spring . · The Lily of the Valley The Lily of the Valley E. Elliott 78 Mary Howitt 78 H. Heber 79 Charlotte Smith 81 Armstrong 82 82 Latham 83 Henry King 84 Walter Raleigh 85 86 George Wither 87 Herrick 89 Quarles 89 Bishop Mant 90 ...
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... spring , Shining along through banks with harebells dyed ; And many a bird to warble on the wing , When Morn her saffron robe o'er heaven and earth doth fling . O , love of loves ! -to thy white hand is given Of earthly happiness the ...
... spring , Shining along through banks with harebells dyed ; And many a bird to warble on the wing , When Morn her saffron robe o'er heaven and earth doth fling . O , love of loves ! -to thy white hand is given Of earthly happiness the ...
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... spring begems the dewy scene , How sweet to walk the velvet green , And hear the zephyr's languid sighs , As o'er the scented mead he flies ! How sweet to mark the pouting vine Ready to fall in tears of wine ; Where the embo wering ...
... spring begems the dewy scene , How sweet to walk the velvet green , And hear the zephyr's languid sighs , As o'er the scented mead he flies ! How sweet to mark the pouting vine Ready to fall in tears of wine ; Where the embo wering ...
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... Spring flowers in long weeds and grass , What meads and copses would I wander through ! When on the water oped the lily buds , And fine long purpies shadowed in the lake ; When purple bugles peeped in the woods , ' Neath darkest shades ...
... Spring flowers in long weeds and grass , What meads and copses would I wander through ! When on the water oped the lily buds , And fine long purpies shadowed in the lake ; When purple bugles peeped in the woods , ' Neath darkest shades ...
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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 !