The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789 páginas |
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... bosom On a tear On a very old wedding - ring On his mistress drowned . On love On silence in love On the government of our passions On two beautiful ladies , one gay and one sad O nightingale Only tell her that I love . Origin of the ...
... bosom On a tear On a very old wedding - ring On his mistress drowned . On love On silence in love On the government of our passions On two beautiful ladies , one gay and one sad O nightingale Only tell her that I love . Origin of the ...
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... bosom shone with dew , Beside us on the lilied lea ; She sung her mate down from the cloud To warble by my love and me ; Nor from her young ones sought to move , For well she saw our looks were love . Allan Cunningham . 3. SONG : TO ...
... bosom shone with dew , Beside us on the lilied lea ; She sung her mate down from the cloud To warble by my love and me ; Nor from her young ones sought to move , For well she saw our looks were love . Allan Cunningham . 3. SONG : TO ...
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... bosom of the stream , But kissed it and then fled , as thou mightest in dream . There grew pied wind - flowers and violets , Daisies , those pearled Arcturi of the earth , The constellated flower that never sets ; Faint oxlips ; tender ...
... bosom of the stream , But kissed it and then fled , as thou mightest in dream . There grew pied wind - flowers and violets , Daisies , those pearled Arcturi of the earth , The constellated flower that never sets ; Faint oxlips ; tender ...
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... bosom lay , And starry gems were her eyes ; Eyes knowing no shade of thought or care , Winsomely , sweetly unwise . Roses glowed ardent red on her dress , Glowed ardent red on her lips ; Roses fainted and drooped on her hair , And died ...
... bosom lay , And starry gems were her eyes ; Eyes knowing no shade of thought or care , Winsomely , sweetly unwise . Roses glowed ardent red on her dress , Glowed ardent red on her lips ; Roses fainted and drooped on her hair , And died ...
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... bosom lay . 3 34. UNREQUITED . EW and low were the words I spoke , FEW Doubly brief was the cold reply ; Yet in that one moment a man's heart broke , And the light went out from his eye ! In a little moment of time , The bright hopes of ...
... bosom lay . 3 34. UNREQUITED . EW and low were the words I spoke , FEW Doubly brief was the cold reply ; Yet in that one moment a man's heart broke , And the light went out from his eye ! In a little moment of time , The bright hopes of ...
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The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies ... J. H. Vista completa - 1867 |
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angels Barry Cornwall beam beauty beauty's birds bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek Chidden clouds Cupid dark dear death delight doth dream earth eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel flame flowers fond forget gaze gentle glow grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven hope hour Hymen James Hogg kiss lady lassie life's light lips live lonely look love thee love's lover maid maiden Mary meet mind morning N. P. Willis ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure pride pride 26 rapture rose SECTION SECTION OF PAGE shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought thy love tongue Twas voice weep wife wings woman words young youth
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Página 168 - 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.
Página xxxvi - 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.
Página 401 - 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.
Página 3 - When Love with unconfine'd 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.
Página 59 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Página 312 - Prison 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.
Página 302 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Página 348 - Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.
Página 76 - GO, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Página 246 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...