Bianca, poems and balladsJohn Camden Hotten, 1867 - 128 من الصفحات |
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Adieu Art thou azure beauty Bianca blest blushing bosom bower breast breath breeze bright bright eye brow cheek cloud cold earth Compania Death deep dismal doth dream E'en e'er Elysium eternal ether ev'ry Evelyn eyes fade fain fair Farewell fate fearful fervour fire flame fled FLOWER GIRL flowerets gaze GIRL OF BOLOGNA grief grieved Guitar hall hallowed hand hast hath heart hope hour hung IDIOT BOY joys Judgment day kiss land Life's light Lightly and swift lips look love's lovers mind minstrel morn mortal Mother ne'er neath nigh night nought NYMPH pale Paradise peace pity pure revelling Rome Santiago Santiago city scene seek shadows sigh silvery sleeping Whilst smile song sorrow Spirit fluttering steal stood sweet tear tell tender thee thine thou'st thought thro throng tomb Twas Unkind unto wafted o'er waken Weep wings youth
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الصفحة 50 - Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it, with what more you may think proper.
الصفحة 29 - O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on...
الصفحة 2 - ... l'aura soave e l'alba rugiadosa, l'acqua, la terra al suo favor s'inchina: gioveni vaghi e donne innamorate amano averne e seni e tempie ornate. Ma non si tosto dal materno stelo rimossa viene, e dal suo ceppo verde, che quanto avea dagli uomini e dal cielo favor, grazia e bellezza, tutto perde. La vergine che '1 fior, di che più zelo che de...
الصفحة 72 - Va per la selva bruna Solingo il Trovator, Domato dal rigor Della fortuna. La faccia sua sì bella La disfiorò il dolor; La voce del cantor Non è più quella. Ardea nel suo segreto ; E i voti, i lai, l'ardor Alla canzon d'amor Fidò indiscreto.
الصفحة 56 - THE wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray; And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.
الصفحة 97 - I dote on being in love, One feels so consequential When called an ' angel ' or ' dove,' And that too, by handsome fellows With beards and mustachios long ; Well worth the trouble of wooing With eyes, or sighing, or song. Oh ! doesn't he seem in a flutter, As he hastes across the field : Now, he stops to look at his watch — My heart's beginning to yield. No ! my brows I'll knit in anger, Though I've ne'er done so before ; But I'll do it this time — I will, He's five minutes late, or more. Perchance,...