The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789 páginas |
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... dark gloom I cannot look in thy sweet face , dear maid I cannot stain this snowy leaf I cannot think love thrives by artifice I class'd and counted once .. I did but look and love awhile I die , dear life ! unless to me be given I die ...
... dark gloom I cannot look in thy sweet face , dear maid I cannot stain this snowy leaf I cannot think love thrives by artifice I class'd and counted once .. I did but look and love awhile I die , dear life ! unless to me be given I die ...
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... dark wilderness . There is a flower that never changeth hue There is a garden in her face There is a language by the virgin made There is a love that towers o'er time There is a mystic thread of life 436 581 193 585 441 123 593 b 614 ...
... dark wilderness . There is a flower that never changeth hue There is a garden in her face There is a language by the virgin made There is a love that towers o'er time There is a mystic thread of life 436 581 193 585 441 123 593 b 614 ...
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... dark buds and leaves , wandering astray ; And flowers azure , black , and streaked with gold , Fairer than any wakened eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag - flowers , purple prankt with white ...
... dark buds and leaves , wandering astray ; And flowers azure , black , and streaked with gold , Fairer than any wakened eyes behold . And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag - flowers , purple prankt with white ...
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... dark eyes a power like light doth lie , Even though the sounds which were thy voice , which burn Between thy lips , are laid to sleep ; Within thy breath , and on thy hair , like odour it is yet , And from thy touch like fire doth leap ...
... dark eyes a power like light doth lie , Even though the sounds which were thy voice , which burn Between thy lips , are laid to sleep ; Within thy breath , and on thy hair , like odour it is yet , And from thy touch like fire doth leap ...
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... Dark despair around benights me . I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy , Naething could resist my Nancy : But to see her was to love her ; Love but her , and love for ever . Had we never loved sae kindly , Had we never loved sae blindly ...
... Dark despair around benights me . I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy , Naething could resist my Nancy : But to see her was to love her ; Love but her , and love for ever . Had we never loved sae kindly , Had we never loved sae blindly ...
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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...