The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 من الصفحات |
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... hand My heart , and in his arms enfolded lay Madonna sleeping , in a mantle wrapt . Then waking her , he with this burning heart Courteously fed her , and in fear she ate . That done , I saw him go his way in tears . Young , tender ...
... hand My heart , and in his arms enfolded lay Madonna sleeping , in a mantle wrapt . Then waking her , he with this burning heart Courteously fed her , and in fear she ate . That done , I saw him go his way in tears . Young , tender ...
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... O unpardonable Death , Pity these sorrowing eyes , and own at least , That till thy hand destroy me , Endless should be my cry , Alas ! Farewell ! FRANCESCO PETRARCH . 1304-1374 . LAURA . As Petrarch was 2 DANTE ALIGHIERI . C.
... O unpardonable Death , Pity these sorrowing eyes , and own at least , That till thy hand destroy me , Endless should be my cry , Alas ! Farewell ! FRANCESCO PETRARCH . 1304-1374 . LAURA . As Petrarch was 2 DANTE ALIGHIERI . C.
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... hand , which she had once permitted him to hold for a little while ! " Before he left Avignon , he went which she often frequented . ' She In 1347 , he made up his mind to depart for Italy . to take leave of Laura . He found her at an ...
... hand , which she had once permitted him to hold for a little while ! " Before he left Avignon , he went which she often frequented . ' She In 1347 , he made up his mind to depart for Italy . to take leave of Laura . He found her at an ...
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... hands extend , And kneel , and bow , and bare my humble breast ; If fight I must , pity her aid shall lend , And win the palm for me , or death and rest : If with my blood some tears of hers should blend , Defeat is triumph , and I ...
... hands extend , And kneel , and bow , and bare my humble breast ; If fight I must , pity her aid shall lend , And win the palm for me , or death and rest : If with my blood some tears of hers should blend , Defeat is triumph , and I ...
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... hand , Plougheth in the water , and soweth in the sand . THE LOVER , DESPAIRING TO ATTAIN UNTO HIS LADY'S GRACE , RELIN- QUISHETH THE PURSUIT . Whoso list to hunt ? I know where is an hind ! But as for me , alas ! I may no more , The ...
... hand , Plougheth in the water , and soweth in the sand . THE LOVER , DESPAIRING TO ATTAIN UNTO HIS LADY'S GRACE , RELIN- QUISHETH THE PURSUIT . Whoso list to hunt ? I know where is an hind ! But as for me , alas ! I may no more , The ...
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Anne Boleyn Anthony à Wood behold birds blush breast breath bright CASTARA chaste cheeks cruel Cupid dear death delight disdain Donne dost doth Earl England's Helicon face fair Falero favour fear Ferrara fire flame flowers give glory golden grace grief hair happy hast hath hear heaven honour hope John Florio kiss lady leave Leonora lero light lips live look Lord love thee Love's lover maid marriage married MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morning ne'er never night nymph pain passion Petrarch Phillis pity poems poet praise pride Queen RAPE OF LUCRECE rose Samela SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring stars Stella Surrey sweet Tasso tears tell thine eyes thought thy beauty thy heart true unto VENUS AND ADONIS verse vows weep Whilst wind yield youth
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الصفحة 351 - 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.
الصفحة 97 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
الصفحة 115 - 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.
الصفحة 370 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
الصفحة 224 - Going to the Wars 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. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
الصفحة 93 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
الصفحة 325 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
الصفحة 399 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
الصفحة 170 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
الصفحة 223 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.