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 17
... deep in colour , as the heart Whose every thought of her is prayer ; For violets grow pale and dry , And lose the semblance of her eye . No lily's bud I gave my love , Though she is white and pure as they ; For they are cold to smell ...
... deep in colour , as the heart Whose every thought of her is prayer ; For violets grow pale and dry , And lose the semblance of her eye . No lily's bud I gave my love , Though she is white and pure as they ; For they are cold to smell ...
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... deep soul of that one melodious wire , Lest it , unanswering , dash his high desire , And spoil the hopes of his expectant heart ; - Thus , with my mistress oft conversing , I Stir every lighter theme with careless voice , Gathering ...
... deep soul of that one melodious wire , Lest it , unanswering , dash his high desire , And spoil the hopes of his expectant heart ; - Thus , with my mistress oft conversing , I Stir every lighter theme with careless voice , Gathering ...
Side 39
... deep in the dust and dark , No sooner the old hope goes to the ground Than a new one , straight to the self - same mark I shape me- Ever Removed ! Robert Browning . LI . LOVE'S PETITION . TO LOVE LITTLE , BUT LONG . LOVE me little ...
... deep in the dust and dark , No sooner the old hope goes to the ground Than a new one , straight to the self - same mark I shape me- Ever Removed ! Robert Browning . LI . LOVE'S PETITION . TO LOVE LITTLE , BUT LONG . LOVE me little ...
Side 50
... deep , And in thy breath their odours steep . The breezes , when mine eyes I close , With sighs , just like mine own , impose ; The nightingale then takes her part , And plays thy voice against my heart . If thou then in one golden ...
... deep , And in thy breath their odours steep . The breezes , when mine eyes I close , With sighs , just like mine own , impose ; The nightingale then takes her part , And plays thy voice against my heart . If thou then in one golden ...
Side 57
... deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love Interpreted my own .. She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me , that I gazed Too fondly on her face . But when I ...
... deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love Interpreted my own .. She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me , that I gazed Too fondly on her face . But when I ...
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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.