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Nature herself her shape admires ; The gods are wounded in her sight ; And
Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh - ho
, would she were mine ! Then muse not , Nymphs , though I bemoan The
absence ...
Nature herself her shape admires ; The gods are wounded in her sight ; And
Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh - ho
, would she were mine ! Then muse not , Nymphs , though I bemoan The
absence ...
Página 135
... for as in her I live and love in God's peculiar light . So fair , in whom I all
besides forget , MICHAEL ANGELO ( Italian ) . Translation I view the gentle work
of her Creator , of J. E. TAYLOR . I have no care for any other thing , Whilst thus I
love .
... for as in her I live and love in God's peculiar light . So fair , in whom I all
besides forget , MICHAEL ANGELO ( Italian ) . Translation I view the gentle work
of her Creator , of J. E. TAYLOR . I have no care for any other thing , Whilst thus I
love .
Página 144
Colors seen by candle - light Will not look the same by day . When the viols
played their best , Lamps above , and laughs below , Love me sounded like a jest
, Fit for yes or fit for no . Call me false or call me free , Vow , whatever light may
shine ...
Colors seen by candle - light Will not look the same by day . When the viols
played their best , Lamps above , and laughs below , Love me sounded like a jest
, Fit for yes or fit for no . Call me false or call me free , Vow , whatever light may
shine ...
Página 151
SONG OF NOURMAHAL IN " THE LIGHT OF THE HAREM . " " Fly to the desert ,
fly with me , Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can
doubt Of tents with love or thrones without ? But though this old man needeth
food ...
SONG OF NOURMAHAL IN " THE LIGHT OF THE HAREM . " " Fly to the desert ,
fly with me , Our Arab tents are rude for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can
doubt Of tents with love or thrones without ? But though this old man needeth
food ...
Página 152
Light is my heart since the day we were plighted ; Red is my cheek that they told
me was blighted ; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever , And the
linnets are singing , “ True lovers don't sever ! " THOMAS MOORE . THE
WELCOME ...
Light is my heart since the day we were plighted ; Red is my cheek that they told
me was blighted ; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever , And the
linnets are singing , “ True lovers don't sever ! " THOMAS MOORE . THE
WELCOME ...
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Información bibliográfica
| Título | A New Library of Poetry and Song |
| Editor | William Cullen Bryant |
| Edición | revisada |
| Editor | Doubleday, Page, 1918 |
| Procedencia del original | de la Universidad de Virginia |
| Digitalizado | 11 Jun. 2009 |
| Largo | 1062 páginas |
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