The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789 sidor |
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... shine on tower and tree , Their heavenly light may fall on me . Come , starry Eve , demure and gray , Now is the hour when maidens woo ; Come shake o'er wood , and bank , and brae Thy tresses moist with balmy dew : Thy dew ne'er dropt ...
... shine on tower and tree , Their heavenly light may fall on me . Come , starry Eve , demure and gray , Now is the hour when maidens woo ; Come shake o'er wood , and bank , and brae Thy tresses moist with balmy dew : Thy dew ne'er dropt ...
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... shine in thine eye , And proud resolve and purpose meek Speak of thee more than words can speak . I think this wedded life of mine The best of all things not divine . Allan Cunningham . 46. THE HEBREW WEDDING . To the sound of timbrels ...
... shine in thine eye , And proud resolve and purpose meek Speak of thee more than words can speak . I think this wedded life of mine The best of all things not divine . Allan Cunningham . 46. THE HEBREW WEDDING . To the sound of timbrels ...
Sida 63
... 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 . This nymph , to the ...
... 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 . This nymph , to the ...
Sida 65
... and pearly light ! In thee the rays of virtue shine ; More calmly clear , more mildly bright , Than any gem that gilds the mine . Benign restorer of the soul ! Who ever fly'st to 5 Dictionary . 65 The love that haunts my midnight hour; ...
... and pearly light ! In thee the rays of virtue shine ; More calmly clear , more mildly bright , Than any gem that gilds the mine . Benign restorer of the soul ! Who ever fly'st to 5 Dictionary . 65 The love that haunts my midnight hour; ...
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... shine ? Moon , diamond , flowers , and Philomel , Light , lustre , scent , and music tine , And yield to merit more divine . The rose and lily , the whole spring , Unto her breath for sweetness speed ; The diamond darkens in the ring ...
... shine ? Moon , diamond , flowers , and Philomel , Light , lustre , scent , and music tine , And yield to merit more divine . The rose and lily , the whole spring , Unto her breath for sweetness speed ; The diamond darkens in the ring ...
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The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies ... J. H. Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1867 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...