Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with notes, by W.D. Adams, Oplag 651H.S. King & Company, 1874 - 252 sider |
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Side 14
... blushing as they blow , And enticing men to pull ; Lilies whiter than the snow , Woodbines of sweet honey full ; All Love's emblems , and all cry , " Ladies , if not plucked , we die . ' Yet , the lusty Spring hath staid ; Blushing red ...
... blushing as they blow , And enticing men to pull ; Lilies whiter than the snow , Woodbines of sweet honey full ; All Love's emblems , and all cry , " Ladies , if not plucked , we die . ' Yet , the lusty Spring hath staid ; Blushing red ...
Side 15
Lyrics, William Davenport Adams. Yet , the lusty Spring hath staid ; Blushing red and purest white , Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid . Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting men to taste ; Apples even ripe below ...
Lyrics, William Davenport Adams. Yet , the lusty Spring hath staid ; Blushing red and purest white , Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid . Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting men to taste ; Apples even ripe below ...
Side 53
... blush the news Over glowing ships ; Over blowing seas , Over seas at rest , Pass the happy news , Blush it through the West ; Till the red man dance By his cedar - tree , And the red man's babe Leap , beyond the sea . Blush from West to ...
... blush the news Over glowing ships ; Over blowing seas , Over seas at rest , Pass the happy news , Blush it through the West ; Till the red man dance By his cedar - tree , And the red man's babe Leap , beyond the sea . Blush from West to ...
Side 56
... ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , " With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But gaze upon her face . I told her of the knight that wore Upon his 56 Love's Fruition .
... ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , " With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But gaze upon her face . I told her of the knight that wore Upon his 56 Love's Fruition .
Side 57
... blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me , that I gazed Too fondly on her face . But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely knight , And that he crossed the mountain - woods , Nor rested ...
... blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me , that I gazed Too fondly on her face . But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely knight , And that he crossed the mountain - woods , Nor rested ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.