The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789 страници |
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... Maiden ! wrap thy mantle round thee 194 Man , man loves his steed 405 Marilia , dear , but , O , ungrateful fair ! 477 May slighted woman turn .. 437 Me heart's with me Flora ; how great is the pleasure 39 Methought my love was dead ; O ...
... Maiden ! wrap thy mantle round thee 194 Man , man loves his steed 405 Marilia , dear , but , O , ungrateful fair ! 477 May slighted woman turn .. 437 Me heart's with me Flora ; how great is the pleasure 39 Methought my love was dead ; O ...
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... maiden ... Sweet is the dawn of vernal morn .. Sweet lady ! should I tell thee that I love Sweet love , thou hast sweet beauty for thine object Sweet stream , that dost with equal pace ..... Sweet thing of beauty ! life would be ... 258 ...
... maiden ... Sweet is the dawn of vernal morn .. Sweet lady ! should I tell thee that I love Sweet love , thou hast sweet beauty for thine object Sweet stream , that dost with equal pace ..... Sweet thing of beauty ! life would be ... 258 ...
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... maidens such as Hester die 603 When man is waxing frail ..... 254 When ' mid the festive scene we met 301 When ... maiden I love best 575 While on those lovely locks I gaze 390 While others , Delia , use their pen 183 While raptur ...
... maidens such as Hester die 603 When man is waxing frail ..... 254 When ' mid the festive scene we met 301 When ... maiden I love best 575 While on those lovely locks I gaze 390 While others , Delia , use their pen 183 While raptur ...
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... maidens woo ; Come shake o'er wood , and bank , and brae Thy tresses moist with balmy dew : Thy dew ne'er dropt on flower or tree , So lovely or so sweet as she . The laverock's bosom shone with dew , Beside us on the lilied lea ; She ...
... maidens woo ; Come shake o'er wood , and bank , and brae Thy tresses moist with balmy dew : Thy dew ne'er dropt on flower or tree , So lovely or so sweet as she . The laverock's bosom shone with dew , Beside us on the lilied lea ; She ...
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... being gone , Not royal in their smells alone , But in their hue ; Maiden pinks , of odour faint , Daisies smell - less , yet most quaint , And sweet thyme true ; Primrose , first - born child of Ver , Merry Dictionary . 13.
... being gone , Not royal in their smells alone , But in their hue ; Maiden pinks , of odour faint , Daisies smell - less , yet most quaint , And sweet thyme true ; Primrose , first - born child of Ver , Merry Dictionary . 13.
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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...