Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with notes, by W.D. Adams, Utgåva 651H.S. King & Company, 1874 - 252 sidor |
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... 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 . Wake from thy nest , Robin - red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill ...
... 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 . Wake from thy nest , Robin - red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill ...
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... birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
... birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
Sida 26
... birds hush their song , The hills have evening's deepest glow , Yet Leonard tarries long . Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide , In the calm sunset may repair Each to the loved one's side . The noble dame on ...
... birds hush their song , The hills have evening's deepest glow , Yet Leonard tarries long . Now all whom varied toil and care From home and love divide , In the calm sunset may repair Each to the loved one's side . The noble dame on ...
Sida 27
... bird , and flower confess the hour , But where is County Guy ? The village maid steals through the shade Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To Beauty shy , by lattice high , Sings high - born Cavalier . The star of Love , all stars above ...
... bird , and flower confess the hour , But where is County Guy ? The village maid steals through the shade Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To Beauty shy , by lattice high , Sings high - born Cavalier . The star of Love , all stars above ...
Sida 28
... birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they began that hour , How that life 28 Love's Present . LOVE'S PRESENT (Augusta Webster) ...
... birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they began that hour , How that life 28 Love's Present . LOVE'S PRESENT (Augusta Webster) ...
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Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with ... Lyrics,William Davenport Adams Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1878 |
Lyrics of Love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson. Selected and Arranged, with ... William Davenport Adams Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1874 |
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adieu Love Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne beauty birds blush bonnie breast breath bright brow cheek Christina Rossetti cold Crown 8vo dead dear delight dost doth dream DYING OF UNKINDNESS Edmund Waller Elizabeth Barrett Browning fair fancy fear flower forget grace hear heaven Heigh-ho hour John Leicester Warren kind kiss lady light lips live look love anew love thee love true LOVE'S AFTER-YEARS LOVE'S DESPAIR LOVE'S FAREWELL LOVE'S PETITION LOVE'S PRAISES LOVE'S PROTESTATION lover lute lyric maid mind ne'er never night o'er pain Percy Bysshe Shelley poem Robert Herrick rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge sigh silent sing Sir John Suckling smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul star sweet tears tell tender things Thomas Carew thou art Thou lov'st amiss Thou must begin thought thy love true love untrue Love verse weep William Shakespeare wind wings
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Sida 46 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Sida 77 - 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 90 - 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 honor more.
Sida 199 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Sida 198 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Sida 112 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Sida 104 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Sida 140 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
Sida 12 - 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 162 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.