The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 стор. |
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... move , Whereby my heart to thee was known , And when my tongue did talk of love To thee , that hast true love down thrown ; I would my lips and tongue also Had then been dumb , no deal to go . And when my hands have handled aught That ...
... move , Whereby my heart to thee was known , And when my tongue did talk of love To thee , that hast true love down thrown ; I would my lips and tongue also Had then been dumb , no deal to go . And when my hands have handled aught That ...
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... move , Grant grace that I may taste Such joys as angels feel above , That lovingly may last . ANSWER . I yield with heart and willing mind To do all you desire ; Doubting no deal such faith to find . As such truth doth require : Now you ...
... move , Grant grace that I may taste Such joys as angels feel above , That lovingly may last . ANSWER . I yield with heart and willing mind To do all you desire ; Doubting no deal such faith to find . As such truth doth require : Now you ...
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... move . When I behold the fair adornéd tree , Which lightning's force and winter's frost resists , Then Daphne's ill betide , And Phoebus ' lawless pride Enforce me say , even such my sorrows be ; For self - disdain in Phoebe's heart ...
... move . When I behold the fair adornéd tree , Which lightning's force and winter's frost resists , Then Daphne's ill betide , And Phoebus ' lawless pride Enforce me say , even such my sorrows be ; For self - disdain in Phoebe's heart ...
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... Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt , in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . Having this day my horse , my hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtained the prize , Both by the judgment of the English eyes , And ...
... Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt , in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . Having this day my horse , my hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtained the prize , Both by the judgment of the English eyes , And ...
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... move : If he be fair , yet but a dog can be : Little he is , so little worth is he ; He barks , my songs thine own voice oft doth prove ; Bidden , perhaps , he fetcheth thee a glove , But I , unbid , fetch even my soul to thee . Yet ...
... move : If he be fair , yet but a dog can be : Little he is , so little worth is he ; He barks , my songs thine own voice oft doth prove ; Bidden , perhaps , he fetcheth thee a glove , But I , unbid , fetch even my soul to thee . Yet ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...