The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 страници |
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... Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . * * It is probable that Herrick's Song of " Cherry Ripe " was suggested by this stanza . Her eyes like angels watch them still , Her brows 6 RICHARD ALLISON . 61 Richard Allison. ...
... Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . * * It is probable that Herrick's Song of " Cherry Ripe " was suggested by this stanza . Her eyes like angels watch them still , Her brows 6 RICHARD ALLISON . 61 Richard Allison. ...
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... SONG . OVE is the blossom where there blows Every thing that lives or grows ; Love doth make the heavens to move , And the sun doth burn in love : Love , the strong and weak doth yoke , And makes the ivy climb the oak , Under whose ...
... SONG . OVE is the blossom where there blows Every thing that lives or grows ; Love doth make the heavens to move , And the sun doth burn in love : Love , the strong and weak doth yoke , And makes the ivy climb the oak , Under whose ...
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... SONG . HALL I tell you whom I love ? Hearken then awhile to me ; And if such a woman prove As I now shall verify ; Be assured , ' tis she or none That I love , and love alone . Nature did her so much right , As she scorns WILLIAM BROWNE ...
... SONG . HALL I tell you whom I love ? Hearken then awhile to me ; And if such a woman prove As I now shall verify ; Be assured , ' tis she or none That I love , and love alone . Nature did her so much right , As she scorns WILLIAM BROWNE ...
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... SONG . HE lark now leaves his watery nest , And climbing shakes his dewy wings ; He takes his window from the east , And to implore your light , he sings , - Awake , awake , the morn will never rise , Till she can dress her beauty by ...
... SONG . HE lark now leaves his watery nest , And climbing shakes his dewy wings ; He takes his window from the east , And to implore your light , he sings , - Awake , awake , the morn will never rise , Till she can dress her beauty by ...
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... SONG . ONEST lover , whosoever , If in all thy love there ever Was one wavering thought , if thy flame Were not still even , still the same ; Know this , Thou lovest amiss , And to love true Thou must begin again , and love anew . If ...
... SONG . ONEST lover , whosoever , If in all thy love there ever Was one wavering thought , if thy flame Were not still even , still the same ; Know this , Thou lovest amiss , And to love true Thou must begin again , and love anew . If ...
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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.