The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789 страници |
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... heart alone .. I prithee leave this peevish fashion I said it was a wilful , wayward thing I sang to my heart in the sunshine of May I say not regret me .. I saw two ladies once - illustrious , rare .. I send a question to my dear I ...
... heart alone .. I prithee leave this peevish fashion I said it was a wilful , wayward thing I sang to my heart in the sunshine of May I say not regret me .. I saw two ladies once - illustrious , rare .. I send a question to my dear I ...
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... heart's with me Flora ; how great is the pleasure 39 Methought my love was dead ; O ' twas a night 401 Mighty ones ... heart is beating with all things that are 247 My heart is like a lonely lyre 137 My life is a fairy's gay dream 309 My ...
... heart's with me Flora ; how great is the pleasure 39 Methought my love was dead ; O ' twas a night 401 Mighty ones ... heart is beating with all things that are 247 My heart is like a lonely lyre 137 My life is a fairy's gay dream 309 My ...
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... heart , And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still mine own , But there I lay thee in thy grave— And I am now alone . I do not think , where'er thou art , Though hast forgotten me ; And ...
... heart , And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still mine own , But there I lay thee in thy grave— And I am now alone . I do not think , where'er thou art , Though hast forgotten me ; And ...
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... heart was hers , and each heart was true- By which shall she , the beloved , be won ? Strong on each was her gentle thrall ; Oh ! how dear was she held by all ! The first was a youth in opening life ; And he was charmed with her beauty ...
... heart was hers , and each heart was true- By which shall she , the beloved , be won ? Strong on each was her gentle thrall ; Oh ! how dear was she held by all ! The first was a youth in opening life ; And he was charmed with her beauty ...
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... heart , Which loveth as only woman's can , And cheers him with woman's heaven - taught art . This loving heart is all his own— Oh ! how dear has his fond wife grown ! In youth I saw but a maiden fair ; And finding beauty I sought no ...
... heart , Which loveth as only woman's can , And cheers him with woman's heaven - taught art . This loving heart is all his own— Oh ! how dear has his fond wife grown ! In youth I saw but a maiden fair ; And finding beauty I sought no ...
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angels Barry Cornwall beam beauty beauty's birds bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek Chidden clouds Cupid dark dear death delight doth dream earth eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel flame flowers fond forget gaze gentle glow grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven hope hour Hymen James Hogg kiss lady lassie life's light lips live lonely look love thee love's lover maid maiden Mary meet mind morning N. P. Willis ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure pride pride 26 rapture rose SECTION SECTION OF PAGE shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought thy love tongue Twas voice weep wife wings woman words young youth
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Страница 168 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Страница xxxvi - 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.
Страница 401 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
Страница 3 - When Love with unconfine'd 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.
Страница 59 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Страница 312 - 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Страница 302 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Страница 348 - Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.
Страница 76 - GO, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Страница 246 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...