Tender and True: Poems of LoveMary Wilder Tileston G.H. Ellis, 1881 - Всего страниц: 180 |
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... earth , sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings , That then I scorn to change my state with kings . William Shakespeare . O Lassie ayont the Hill . 65 O O LASSIE 64 Tender and True .
... earth , sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings , That then I scorn to change my state with kings . William Shakespeare . O Lassie ayont the Hill . 65 O O LASSIE 64 Tender and True .
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... bringing The breath of violets ? Ah , no ! The air is white with snow - flakes clinging . It is my lady's voice that's stringing Its beads of gold to song ; and so Methinks I hear the wood - lark singing . 81 The violets I see ...
... bringing The breath of violets ? Ah , no ! The air is white with snow - flakes clinging . It is my lady's voice that's stringing Its beads of gold to song ; and so Methinks I hear the wood - lark singing . 81 The violets I see ...
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... bring the hour that brings thee back more near ? How may I teach my drooping hope to live Until that blessed time , and thou art here ? I'll tell thee for thy sake , I will lay hold Of all good aims , and consecrate to thee , In worthy ...
... bring the hour that brings thee back more near ? How may I teach my drooping hope to live Until that blessed time , and thou art here ? I'll tell thee for thy sake , I will lay hold Of all good aims , and consecrate to thee , In worthy ...
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... bring the May ; For the human presence only , That has left my way so lonely , Ever can bring back the spring - time to my autumn of to - day . Autumn - is it autumn ? I remember autumn yields Dusty roads and stubble - fields , Weary ...
... bring the May ; For the human presence only , That has left my way so lonely , Ever can bring back the spring - time to my autumn of to - day . Autumn - is it autumn ? I remember autumn yields Dusty roads and stubble - fields , Weary ...
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... 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 . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage : Minds innocent and quiet take ...
... 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 . Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage : Minds innocent and quiet take ...
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Adelaide Anne Procter ain kind dearie air is white Alfred Tennyson angel ayont the hill beauty beloved bird bliss blow Bonnie Wee Thing BOTHIE OF TOBER-NA-VUOLICH breath bright cheek County Guy Coventry Patmore crown dark dear delight doth dream earth Emanuel Geibel eyes face fair faith flowers Friedrich Rückert grace hand happy hast hath hear the wood-lark heart heaven hope hour hushed James Freeman Clarke John Anderson kiss lassie ayont leaves light live look love thee love's luve Mary Morison mysel ne'er never night o'er praise pure Richard Lovelace Richard Watson Gilder Robert Burns round shine silent skies sleep smiles snow-flakes clinging song Sonnets sorrow soul stars summer sunshine sweet tears tell tender there's thine thou art thought thro true twas unto voice weary white with snow-flakes wild William Shakespeare wind wonder word
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Стр. 27 - 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.
Стр. 127 - 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 saints.
Стр. 3 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Стр. 78 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Стр. 2 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 57 - From the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Стр. 99 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Стр. 35 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Стр. 64 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Стр. 123 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep,...