The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 страници |
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... Gentle as falcon , Or hawk of the tower ; With solace and gladness , Much mirth and no madness , All good and no badness ; So joyously , So maidenly , So womanly Her démeaning In every thing , Far , far passing That I can indite Or ...
... Gentle as falcon , Or hawk of the tower ; With solace and gladness , Much mirth and no madness , All good and no badness ; So joyously , So maidenly , So womanly Her démeaning In every thing , Far , far passing That I can indite Or ...
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... Gentle as falcon , Or hawk of the tower ; As patient and as still , And as full of good - will As fair Isiphil , Coliander , Sweet Pomander , Good Cassander ; Stedfast of thought , Well made , well wrought Far may be sought , Ere you ...
... Gentle as falcon , Or hawk of the tower ; As patient and as still , And as full of good - will As fair Isiphil , Coliander , Sweet Pomander , Good Cassander ; Stedfast of thought , Well made , well wrought Far may be sought , Ere you ...
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... gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when nothing else can please ...
... gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when nothing else can please ...
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... 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 . William Alexander , Earl of Sterling . [ BORN 1580. 56 BOOK OF RUBIES .
... 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 . William Alexander , Earl of Sterling . [ BORN 1580. 56 BOOK OF RUBIES .
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... believe , I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go : For , if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? UPON A STOLEN KISS . OW gentle sleep hath closed 66 BOOK OF RUBIES .
... believe , I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go : For , if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? UPON A STOLEN KISS . OW gentle sleep hath closed 66 BOOK OF RUBIES .
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Страница 162 - 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 way-lay.
Страница 99 - 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.
Страница 83 - 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. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 36 - 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.
Страница 43 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Страница 158 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Страница 76 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Страница 155 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Страница 65 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Страница 53 - 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.