The Lovers' Treasury of VerseL.C. Page & Company, 1891 - Всего страниц: 183 |
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... blue forget - me - nots , To fling them laughing on her knee . She cried , " Ah , no ; if thou canst go , Ah , love , thou shalt forgotten be ! " MY STAR . He gather'd golden buttercups , That grew 34 OUT OF THE HEART .
... blue forget - me - nots , To fling them laughing on her knee . She cried , " Ah , no ; if thou canst go , Ah , love , thou shalt forgotten be ! " MY STAR . He gather'd golden buttercups , That grew 34 OUT OF THE HEART .
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... self , Ann hath a way . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE ( ? ) 37 A FATE . LL unconscious I beheld her ; Knew not that my fate was nigh , — Fate that wears such various aspect To the victim's laughing eye . - Poets , painters , still to paint her Dark ...
... self , Ann hath a way . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE ( ? ) 37 A FATE . LL unconscious I beheld her ; Knew not that my fate was nigh , — Fate that wears such various aspect To the victim's laughing eye . - Poets , painters , still to paint her Dark ...
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... laughed and cried , A year ago at Eastertide . With bursting heart , with fiery face , She strove against him in the race ; He unabashed her garter saw , That now would touch her skirts with awe . Now by the stile ablaze she stops , And ...
... laughed and cried , A year ago at Eastertide . With bursting heart , with fiery face , She strove against him in the race ; He unabashed her garter saw , That now would touch her skirts with awe . Now by the stile ablaze she stops , And ...
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... near . So passing , one with wave and beam , She left , for memory to caress , A laughing thought , a golden gleam , A hint of hidden loveliness . WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY . TO A GIRL . 61 " LAST NIGHT IN BLUE 60 OUT OF THE HEART .
... near . So passing , one with wave and beam , She left , for memory to caress , A laughing thought , a golden gleam , A hint of hidden loveliness . WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY . TO A GIRL . 61 " LAST NIGHT IN BLUE 60 OUT OF THE HEART .
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... laughing , And something stirred the fickle Marguerite ! ---- " Your flower , " I cried . " Ah , now it bends quite over ! " " Oho ! " he answered – 66 -- see your nodding clover ! ” In truth , those silly blossoms fluttered so , I ...
... laughing , And something stirred the fickle Marguerite ! ---- " Your flower , " I cried . " Ah , now it bends quite over ! " " Oho ! " he answered – 66 -- see your nodding clover ! ” In truth , those silly blossoms fluttered so , I ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel Ann hath Ann Hathaway arms baby beating birds bliss blossom blue blushed breath brow CHADWICK cheek child coming COVENTRY PATMORE dare dark darling dear dream earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EMILY DICKINSON eyes face fair fate fear feet fingers flower gate gaze girl glad golden grace hair hand happy havin head hear heart heaven hour JAMES FREEMAN Clarke JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL kiss laughing light lips look love thee love's morn name I keep never night o'er opinyin uv pain pass praise RICHARD WATSON GILDER ring ROBERT BROWNING rose round shining sighs silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul star summer sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought watch WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY WILLIAM SHAKSPERE WILLIAM WETMORE STORY wind words
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Стр. 141 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall-stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Стр. 105 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood, and field ; Of hair-breadth scapes i...
Стр. 30 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Стр. 13 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Стр. 84 - 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 wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.
Стр. 12 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Стр. 87 - But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired. For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
Стр. 104 - God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!
Стр. 143 - I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away...
Стр. 17 - How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand...