The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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Side xix
... resting on his bank of thought , He listens , till his soul The voices of the waves has caught , The meaning of their roll . " John Vance TABLE OF CONTENTS . INTRODUCTORY ESSAY : " THE FUTURE THE FUTURE OF POETRY . xix.
... resting on his bank of thought , He listens , till his soul The voices of the waves has caught , The meaning of their roll . " John Vance TABLE OF CONTENTS . INTRODUCTORY ESSAY : " THE FUTURE THE FUTURE OF POETRY . xix.
Side xxiv
... till he find The quiet chamber far apart . " After a drawing by P. Grot Johann . ROBERT BURNS life - po After an engraving from life - portrait by Alex- ander Nasmyth . 422 VOL . II . POEMS OF LOVE . CH THE STOLEN KISS . From xxiv LIST ...
... till he find The quiet chamber far apart . " After a drawing by P. Grot Johann . ROBERT BURNS life - po After an engraving from life - portrait by Alex- ander Nasmyth . 422 VOL . II . POEMS OF LOVE . CH THE STOLEN KISS . From xxiv LIST ...
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... Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what they are , Who look for day before his mistress wakes : Awake , awake ...
... Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what they are , Who look for day before his mistress wakes : Awake , awake ...
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... , " 1606 . THERE is a garden in her face , Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry ADMIRATION . 9.
... , " 1606 . THERE is a garden in her face , Where roses and white lilies blow ; A heavenly paradise is that place , Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy , Till cherry ADMIRATION . 9.
Side 10
... Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row , Which when her lovely laughter shows , They look like rosebuds filled with snow ; Yet them no peer nor prince may buy , Till cherry ...
... Till cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row , Which when her lovely laughter shows , They look like rosebuds filled with snow ; Yet them no peer nor prince may buy , Till cherry ...
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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Alice Cary arms beauty Behave yoursel belle jaune giroflée BEN JONSON bliss blue blush bonny bosom breast breath bride bright charm cheek Cockpen dear delight doth dream eyes face fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle girl golden grace gray green hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho HERO AND LEANDER hour JOHN John Anderson king kiss kye comes hame lady Laodamia lassie leave light lips look LORD LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee love's lover maid maiden Margaret Deland mind moon morning ne'er never night o'er pale poetry ring ROBERT BURNS rose Saint Agnes SAMUEL LOVER shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell tender There's thine thing thought VERSTAS whistle Widow Machree wife wind woman word young youth
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Side 405 - 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 365 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Side 354 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 187 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively. I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas...
Side 134 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Side xxviii - 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.
Side 388 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Side 262 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Side 69 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Side 144 - And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting...