The Holly and Mistletoe: Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries, Книга 2Frederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 стор. |
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... pale , When sad pity tells her tale ; And a soft scarce tinted cheek , ( Flushing but when she doth speak ) ; For her voice ' t should have a tone Sweetest when with me alone ; And Love himself should seek his nest Within the fragrance ...
... pale , When sad pity tells her tale ; And a soft scarce tinted cheek , ( Flushing but when she doth speak ) ; For her voice ' t should have a tone Sweetest when with me alone ; And Love himself should seek his nest Within the fragrance ...
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... pale , With a tear , and a sigh ! I told thee when love was hopeless ; But now he is wild and sings- That the stars above Shine ever on Love , Oh , a king would have loved and left thee , And away thy sweet love cast ; But I am thine ...
... pale , With a tear , and a sigh ! I told thee when love was hopeless ; But now he is wild and sings- That the stars above Shine ever on Love , Oh , a king would have loved and left thee , And away thy sweet love cast ; But I am thine ...
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... 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 . I THINK ON THEE IN THE NIGHT . THINK on.
... 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 . I THINK ON THEE IN THE NIGHT . THINK on.
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... pale , sad light , To sit on the lonely hill ; When the stars are all like dreams , And the breezes all like sighs , And there comes a voice from the far - off streams , Like a spirit's low replies . I think on thee by day , ' Mid the ...
... pale , sad light , To sit on the lonely hill ; When the stars are all like dreams , And the breezes all like sighs , And there comes a voice from the far - off streams , Like a spirit's low replies . I think on thee by day , ' Mid the ...
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... pale , Though deeply veiled thy snowy vest , Pure as the dew that bathes thy breast ; Within thy tiny , trembling bells What treasured store of fragrance dwells ! Thy breath , so delicately sweet , Soon leads us to thy loved retreat ...
... pale , Though deeply veiled thy snowy vest , Pure as the dew that bathes thy breast ; Within thy tiny , trembling bells What treasured store of fragrance dwells ! Thy breath , so delicately sweet , Soon leads us to thy loved retreat ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 75 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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 !