The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 страници |
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... weary life ye know , since whan The suit , the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great essays , The cruel wrong , the scornful ways , The painful patience in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! O forget not ...
... weary life ye know , since whan The suit , the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great essays , The cruel wrong , the scornful ways , The painful patience in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! O forget not ...
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... them to our lure with subtle oath , Till , weary of their wiles , ourselves we ease ; And then we say when we their fancy try , To play with fools , O what a fool was I ! Christopher Marlowe . [ BORN 1552 ( ? ) . VERE , EARL OF OXFORD . 19.
... them to our lure with subtle oath , Till , weary of their wiles , ourselves we ease ; And then we say when we their fancy try , To play with fools , O what a fool was I ! Christopher Marlowe . [ BORN 1552 ( ? ) . VERE , EARL OF OXFORD . 19.
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... weary toil Do seek most precious things to make your gain , And both the Indies of their treasure spoil , What needeth you to seek so far in vain ? For , lo ! my love doth in herself contain All this world's riches that may far be found ...
... weary toil Do seek most precious things to make your gain , And both the Indies of their treasure spoil , What needeth you to seek so far in vain ? For , lo ! my love doth in herself contain All this world's riches that may far be found ...
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... lying On fair Kirkconnell lee . I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries , And I am weary of the skies , For her sake that died for me . " WALY , WALY , " H , waly , 8 ANONYMOUS . 85 I hacked him in pieces sma' ...
... lying On fair Kirkconnell lee . I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries , And I am weary of the skies , For her sake that died for me . " WALY , WALY , " H , waly , 8 ANONYMOUS . 85 I hacked him in pieces sma' ...
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... by George Huddesford ; and this , from a copy having been found among the papers of Lindley Murray , after his death , was generally attributed to the latter . And aye when weary cares arise , Thy bosom still JOHN LAPRAIK , 141.
... by George Huddesford ; and this , from a copy having been found among the papers of Lindley Murray , after his death , was generally attributed to the latter . And aye when weary cares arise , Thy bosom still JOHN LAPRAIK , 141.
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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.