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Anonymous April August 20 beauty bless blest bliss Bowring breath bright brow Byron charms Crabbe Cymbeline dear dearest December delight doth E. B. Browning e'er earth eyes face fair faith February February 29 fond frown Garrick gentle Gentlemen of Verona George Chapman Golden Legend grace grief hand happy hath heart heaven Hood husband January 14 January 17 January 20 John Logan July June kiss Lady live LL.D Longfellow The Spanish look love thee Love's Labour's Lost March married mind Moore ne'er never November o'er obey October pleasure Pope Proverb Robert Aytoun Robert Southwell Scotch Song September Shakespeare Cymbeline Shakespeare Love's Labour's Shakespeare Taming Shakespeare Two Gentlemen Shelley smile Song of Hiawatha soul Spanish Student stars sweet tear tender There's thine Thomas Thomas Lodge thou art thy love trans true love truth W. C. Bennett wedded wife Winthrop wives woman
Стр. 54 - What years, i' faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. DUKE. Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart...
Стр. 60 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Стр. 60 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Стр. 40 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Стр. 38 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Стр. 6 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
Стр. 40 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...