Lyric Love: An AnthologyWilliam Watson Macmillan and Company, 1892 - Всего страниц: 238 |
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... tears are wet ; And emptied of its odorous soul is none . Take , then , this garland of melodious flowers . Till he , whose hand the fragrant chaplet wove , Another wreath from his own garden bring , These captive blossoms of a hundred ...
... tears are wet ; And emptied of its odorous soul is none . Take , then , this garland of melodious flowers . Till he , whose hand the fragrant chaplet wove , Another wreath from his own garden bring , These captive blossoms of a hundred ...
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... tears , Half broken - hearted To sever for years , Pale grew thy cheek and cold , Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow-- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now ...
... tears , Half broken - hearted To sever for years , Pale grew thy cheek and cold , Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow-- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now ...
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... tears . GEORGE LORD BYRON . VIII TRIOLET WHEN first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master ; Of more than common friendliness When first we met we did not guess . Who could foretell this sore distress , This ...
... tears . GEORGE LORD BYRON . VIII TRIOLET WHEN first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master ; Of more than common friendliness When first we met we did not guess . Who could foretell this sore distress , This ...
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... tear on your eyelashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . But wilt thou cure thine heart Of love and all its smart , Then die , dear , die ; ' Tis deeper ...
... tear on your eyelashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . But wilt thou cure thine heart Of love and all its smart , Then die , dear , die ; ' Tis deeper ...
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... Turns the mind's poison into food , Its medicine is tears , -its evil good . C Therefore , if now I see you seldomer , Dear LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 17 Arthur Grey Butler Percy Bysshe Shelley Alfred Austin Remember me-oh! pass not thou my grave" ...
... Turns the mind's poison into food , Its medicine is tears , -its evil good . C Therefore , if now I see you seldomer , Dear LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 17 Arthur Grey Butler Percy Bysshe Shelley Alfred Austin Remember me-oh! pass not thou my grave" ...
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Airly Beacon Annie of Lochroyan awake Barbara beauty bird Birks Birks of Aberfeldy bonny lassie bosom braes breast breath bright cheek COVENTRY PATMORE dear delight doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER ELOISA TO ABELARD eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Annie flame flowers forget frae gaze golden grace gray hair hand hath heart heaven heigh-ho Highland Mary kiss kye comes hame lady lass of Lochroyan leave let thee go Lewti light lips Lord Gregory love thee love's lover luve maid mind ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round sailed sang shines sigh Sing heigh-ho smile song soul Stanza stars sweet syne tears tell thine things THOMAS CAREW thou art thought tree true love Twas unto vows waly weel wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt thou wind wings young
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Стр. 139 - 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. 207 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Стр. 159 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Стр. 154 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Стр. 85 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Стр. 193 - 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. 121 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Стр. 14 - 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. 194 - ... 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. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when...
Стр. 85 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible.