The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 37
... lips ' gan first to move , Whereby my heart to thee was known , And when my tongue did talk of love To thee , that hast true love down thrown ; I would my lips and tongue also Had then been dumb , no deal to go . And when my hands have ...
... lips ' gan first to move , Whereby my heart to thee was known , And when my tongue did talk of love To thee , that hast true love down thrown ; I would my lips and tongue also Had then been dumb , no deal to go . And when my hands have ...
الصفحة 48
... lips that spoil the rubies ' praise ; From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze . Whence comes my woe , as freely own : Ah , me ! ' twas from a heart like stone . The The blushing cheek speaks modest mind , The lips befitting words most ...
... lips that spoil the rubies ' praise ; From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze . Whence comes my woe , as freely own : Ah , me ! ' twas from a heart like stone . The The blushing cheek speaks modest mind , The lips befitting words most ...
الصفحة 56
... lip , the rose Growing on's cheek , but none knows how ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win . At last he set her both his eyes ; She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O ...
... lip , the rose Growing on's cheek , but none knows how ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win . At last he set her both his eyes ; She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O ...
الصفحة 62
... lips , Love's standard bear ; What he say they of me , now dare I swear , He cannot love ; no , no ; let him alone . And think so still , so Stella know my mind ; Profess , indeed , I do not , Cupid's art ; But you , fair maids , at ...
... lips , Love's standard bear ; What he say they of me , now dare I swear , He cannot love ; no , no ; let him alone . And think so still , so Stella know my mind ; Profess , indeed , I do not , Cupid's art ; But you , fair maids , at ...
الصفحة 63
... lips my history : If thou praise not , all other praise is shame . Nor so ambitious am I , as to frame A nest for my young praise , in laurel tree : In truth I swear , I wish not there should be Graved in my epitaph a Poet's name : Ne ...
... lips my history : If thou praise not , all other praise is shame . Nor so ambitious am I , as to frame A nest for my young praise , in laurel tree : In truth I swear , I wish not there should be Graved in my epitaph a Poet's name : Ne ...
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Anne Boleyn Anthony à Wood behold birds blush breast breath bright CASTARA chaste cheeks CHRISTOPHER MARLOW cruel Cupid dear death delight desire disdain Donne dost doth Duke Earl EDMUND SPENSER England's Helicon face fair Falero favour fear Ferrara fire flame flowers give glory grace grief hair hast hath hear heaven honour hope kiss lady Laura 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 say nay scorn shine sighs sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring stars Stella Surrey sweet Tasso tears tell thine eyes THOMAS LODGE thought thy beauty thy heart true unto verse weep Whilst wilt wind wonder yield youth
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الصفحة 75 - Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
الصفحة 95 - Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
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 472 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay : "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
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 420 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
الصفحة 222 - When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates. And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
الصفحة 323 - 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 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.
الصفحة 95 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...