A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of English Poesy ...Chapman, 1836 - Всего страниц: 219 |
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... give variety and beauty to a garland , as well as the lily and the rose . As there is no lack of love's flowers in the ample field of English Poesy , it would have been easy to have formed a Garland of much greater size ; but when ...
... give variety and beauty to a garland , as well as the lily and the rose . As there is no lack of love's flowers in the ample field of English Poesy , it would have been easy to have formed a Garland of much greater size ; but when ...
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... Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting , When that I thinke what grief it is againe , To live and lack the thing should rid my paine . A VOW TO LOVE FAITHFULLY , HOWSOEVER HE BE REWARDED . SET me whereas the sunne doth parche the ...
... Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting , When that I thinke what grief it is againe , To live and lack the thing should rid my paine . A VOW TO LOVE FAITHFULLY , HOWSOEVER HE BE REWARDED . SET me whereas the sunne doth parche the ...
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... gives so strong impulse That stone may ne withstand ? What gives more weak repulse Than water prest with hand ? Yet weak though water be , It holloweth hardest flint ; By proof whereof we see Time gives the hardest dint . JOHN ...
... gives so strong impulse That stone may ne withstand ? What gives more weak repulse Than water prest with hand ? Yet weak though water be , It holloweth hardest flint ; By proof whereof we see Time gives the hardest dint . JOHN ...
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... give my tongue leave to lament ; Beleeve me now , my hart doth sweare My lucklesse love was truly meant : Thou art too proud - I say no more ; Too stout , and wo is me therefore . NICHOLAS BRETON , Born about 1555 , died about 1624 . A ...
... give my tongue leave to lament ; Beleeve me now , my hart doth sweare My lucklesse love was truly meant : Thou art too proud - I say no more ; Too stout , and wo is me therefore . NICHOLAS BRETON , Born about 1555 , died about 1624 . A ...
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... gives life to thee . SONNET LIV . 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 ...
... gives life to thee . SONNET LIV . 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 ...
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beauty Beauty's birds blush bonny Born bosom bower breast breath bright burning CASTARA charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE County Guy Cupid death deep delight died doth dream Earl echo ring face fair fancy flame flowers frae garland gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE grace green Greensleeves grief grove harvest show hast hath hear heart heaven hope Hymen JAMES HOGG JOANNA BAILLIE kiss LADY LASSIE light lips live looks Love's lover maid mind morn ne'er Netherby never night nosegay nymph o'er odours paine passion pity PLATONIC LOVE pleasure posie praise rest rose shalt sigh sing Sir Thomas Wyatt sleep smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring sung sunne sweet tears tell thee thine eye thing THOMAS thou art thou wouldst thought thy love tongue trembling twas unto violet voice wanton weel weep whilst woods wouldst not love youth
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Стр. 168 - 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.
Стр. 47 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Стр. 79 - 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.
Стр. 164 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 81 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Стр. 116 - 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.
Стр. 82 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Стр. 165 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Стр. 165 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 38 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.