What Men Have Said about Woman ...Henry Southgate Routledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1865 - 320 страници |
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... breath . Would I were secretary to your thoughts ! Edward Philips , nephew of Milton . Though fate forbids such things to be , Yet , by thine eyes and ringlets curl'd ! I cannot lose a world for thee , But would not lose thee for a ...
... breath . Would I were secretary to your thoughts ! Edward Philips , nephew of Milton . Though fate forbids such things to be , Yet , by thine eyes and ringlets curl'd ! I cannot lose a world for thee , But would not lose thee for a ...
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... breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus . The flame o ' the taper Bows towards her ; and would under - peep her lids , To see the enclosed lights , now canopied Under these windows , white and azure , laced With blue of heaven's own ...
... breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus . The flame o ' the taper Bows towards her ; and would under - peep her lids , To see the enclosed lights , now canopied Under these windows , white and azure , laced With blue of heaven's own ...
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... breath , May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet . Her Budding Beauty . Shakespeare . Thy unripe youth seem'd like the purple rose That to the warm ray opens not its breast , But , hiding still within its mossy vest , Dares not ...
... breath , May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet . Her Budding Beauty . Shakespeare . Thy unripe youth seem'd like the purple rose That to the warm ray opens not its breast , But , hiding still within its mossy vest , Dares not ...
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... breath ; For jewels , eyes ; for threads of purest gold , Hair ; for delicious choice of flowers , cheeks : - Wonder in every portion of that throne . Her Contemplative Beauty . John Ford . Thine eyes ' blue tenderness , thy long fair ...
... breath ; For jewels , eyes ; for threads of purest gold , Hair ; for delicious choice of flowers , cheeks : - Wonder in every portion of that throne . Her Contemplative Beauty . John Ford . Thine eyes ' blue tenderness , thy long fair ...
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... breath ; And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seem'd not a pulse in her veins to dwell . Though her eye shone out , yet the lids were fix'd , And the glance that it gave was wild and unmix'd With aught of change ...
... breath ; And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seem'd not a pulse in her veins to dwell . Though her eye shone out , yet the lids were fix'd , And the glance that it gave was wild and unmix'd With aught of change ...
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Страница 30 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles, and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Страница 216 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Страница 295 - Who can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships ; she bringeth her food from afar.
Страница 228 - But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile...
Страница 119 - So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember?
Страница 88 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Страница 172 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires:— Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Страница 215 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Страница 20 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Страница 72 - Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.