Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with notes, by W.D. Adams, Выпуск 651H.S. King & Company, 1874 - Всего страниц: 252 |
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... 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 honour more . Richard Lovelace . CXXXVIII . LOVE'S PROTESTATION . LOVE'S ...
... 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 honour more . Richard Lovelace . CXXXVIII . LOVE'S PROTESTATION . LOVE'S ...
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... faith . I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints , —I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life ! —and if God choose , I shall but love thee better after death . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . CLVIII ...
... faith . I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints , —I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life ! —and if God choose , I shall but love thee better after death . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . CLVIII ...
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... faith and troth , Like separated souls , All time and space controls : Above the highest sphere we meet Unseen , unknown , and greet as angels greet . So then we do anticipate Our after - fate , And are alive i ' the skies , If thus our ...
... faith and troth , Like separated souls , All time and space controls : Above the highest sphere we meet Unseen , unknown , and greet as angels greet . So then we do anticipate Our after - fate , And are alive i ' the skies , If thus our ...
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... Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all . It is the little rift within the lute , That by and by will make the music mute , And ever widening slowly silence all . The little rift within the ...
... Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all . It is the little rift within the lute , That by and by will make the music mute , And ever widening slowly silence all . The little rift within the ...
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... faith of men In question ? Nay , she loves thee then , And if e'er she makes a blot , She's lost if that thou hitt'st her not . He that , after ten denials , Dares attempt no further trials , Hath no warrant to acquire The dainties of ...
... faith of men In question ? Nay , she loves thee then , And if e'er she makes a blot , She's lost if that thou hitt'st her not . He that , after ten denials , Dares attempt no further trials , Hath no warrant to acquire The dainties of ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.