The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - Всего страниц: 480 |
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... praise of his love . Complaint 43 A praise of his lady 43 ISABELLA MARKHAM To Isabella Markham Sonnet Sonnet PAGE . 46.
... praise of his love . Complaint 43 A praise of his lady 43 ISABELLA MARKHAM To Isabella Markham Sonnet Sonnet PAGE . 46.
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... praise of Fawnia 66 69 70 70 70 71 74 74 75 75 75 CHRISTOPHER EDWARD EARL OF OXFORD . 78 80 EDMUND PAGE 86 86 86 87 88 88 : 885. ISABELLA MARKHAM To Isabella Markham Sonnet Sonnet PAGE . 46 A sonnet . • 46 THOMAS WATSON . • 49 50 Sonnet ...
... praise of Fawnia 66 69 70 70 70 71 74 74 75 75 75 CHRISTOPHER EDWARD EARL OF OXFORD . 78 80 EDMUND PAGE 86 86 86 87 88 88 : 885. ISABELLA MARKHAM To Isabella Markham Sonnet Sonnet PAGE . 46 A sonnet . • 46 THOMAS WATSON . • 49 50 Sonnet ...
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... praise , And passes on with calm benignity ; Appearing not a thing of earth , but come From heaven , to show mankind a miracle . So pleasing is the sight of her , that he Who gazes feels a sweetness reach the heart That must be proved ...
... praise , And passes on with calm benignity ; Appearing not a thing of earth , but come From heaven , to show mankind a miracle . So pleasing is the sight of her , that he Who gazes feels a sweetness reach the heart That must be proved ...
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... , more days may Heaven allow Misfortune to outlive ; else Death may bow The bright head low my loving praise that won . Here am I now , who fain would be elsewhere ; More would I wish , and yet no more I FRANCESCO PETRARCH . 15 PETRARCH.
... , more days may Heaven allow Misfortune to outlive ; else Death may bow The bright head low my loving praise that won . Here am I now , who fain would be elsewhere ; More would I wish , and yet no more I FRANCESCO PETRARCH . 15 PETRARCH.
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... praise , whose presence charms their awful beauty . MERIVALE . HE LEAVES VAUCLUSE , BUT HIS SPIRIT REMAINS THERE WITH LAURA . The loved hills where I left myself behind , Whence ever ' twas so hard my steps to tear , Before me rise ; at ...
... praise , whose presence charms their awful beauty . MERIVALE . HE LEAVES VAUCLUSE , BUT HIS SPIRIT REMAINS THERE WITH LAURA . The loved hills where I left myself behind , Whence ever ' twas so hard my steps to tear , Before me rise ; at ...
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Стр. 75 - 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. 95 - Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 115 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 472 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay : "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
Стр. 97 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Стр. 420 - 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. 222 - 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. 323 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Стр. 223 - 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. 95 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...