The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - Всего страниц: 480 |
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... wonder that I am not long since dead ! ' Tis she supports me , for her heavenly tread Is round my couch when morning visions rise ! In every attitude how holy , chaste ! How tenderly she seems to hear the tale Of my long woes , and ...
... wonder that I am not long since dead ! ' Tis she supports me , for her heavenly tread Is round my couch when morning visions rise ! In every attitude how holy , chaste ! How tenderly she seems to hear the tale Of my long woes , and ...
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... wonder of all eyes that look upon her ; Sacred on earth ; designed a saint above ! Chastity and beauty , which were deadly foes , Live reconciléd friends within her brow : And had she pity to conjoin with those , Then who had heard the ...
... wonder of all eyes that look upon her ; Sacred on earth ; designed a saint above ! Chastity and beauty , which were deadly foes , Live reconciléd friends within her brow : And had she pity to conjoin with those , Then who had heard the ...
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... 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 , seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow 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 , seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I ...
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... wonder move , Less your laughter , that I love . Though I now write fifty years , I have had , and have my peers ; Poets , though divine , are men : Some have loved as old again . And it is not always face , Clothes , or fortune gives ...
... wonder move , Less your laughter , that I love . Though I now write fifty years , I have had , and have my peers ; Poets , though divine , are men : Some have loved as old again . And it is not always face , Clothes , or fortune gives ...
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... wonder . Say to her , ' tis her lover true . That sendeth love to you , to you ! And when you hear her kind reply , Return with pleasant warblings . WILLIAM BROWNE . 1590-1645 . [ “ Britannia's Pastorals . THOMAS HEYWOOD . 127 126 "Ye ...
... wonder . Say to her , ' tis her lover true . That sendeth love to you , to you ! And when you hear her kind reply , Return with pleasant warblings . WILLIAM BROWNE . 1590-1645 . [ “ Britannia's Pastorals . THOMAS HEYWOOD . 127 126 "Ye ...
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Стр. 75 - Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 95 - Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 115 - 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.
Стр. 472 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay : "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
Стр. 97 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Стр. 420 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Стр. 222 - 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 fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Стр. 323 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Стр. 223 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Стр. 95 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...