Her Infinite Variety: A Feminine Portrait GalleryEdward Verrall Lucas Methuen, 1908 - 371 страница |
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... talk the talk of men , And touch with thrilling fingers . Match her ye across the sea , Natures fond and fiery ; Ye who zest the turtle's nest With the eagle's eyrie . Soft and loving is her soul , Swift and lofty soaring ; Mixing with ...
... talk the talk of men , And touch with thrilling fingers . Match her ye across the sea , Natures fond and fiery ; Ye who zest the turtle's nest With the eagle's eyrie . Soft and loving is her soul , Swift and lofty soaring ; Mixing with ...
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... talk o ' maïdens ! the woone vor my bride Is but little lik ' too many maïdens bezide , — Not brantèn , nor spitevul , nor wild ; she've a mind To think o ' what's right , an ' a heart to be kind . William Barnes Blackmwore Maidens THE ...
... talk o ' maïdens ! the woone vor my bride Is but little lik ' too many maïdens bezide , — Not brantèn , nor spitevul , nor wild ; she've a mind To think o ' what's right , an ' a heart to be kind . William Barnes Blackmwore Maidens THE ...
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... talk , Her vaïce do sound so sweet , O. The flow'ry groun ' wi ' floor o ' green Do bear but vew so good an ' true . When she do zit , then she do seem The feäirest to my zight , O , Till she do stan ' an ' I do deem , She's feäirest at ...
... talk , Her vaïce do sound so sweet , O. The flow'ry groun ' wi ' floor o ' green Do bear but vew so good an ' true . When she do zit , then she do seem The feäirest to my zight , O , Till she do stan ' an ' I do deem , She's feäirest at ...
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... talking of something ! " or when these disappoint- ments became more frequent , " I can't conceive why it is that nobody talks to - night . I can't catch a word . " " Don't mind your dress ! Come in your blue stock- ings ! " she had ...
... talking of something ! " or when these disappoint- ments became more frequent , " I can't conceive why it is that nobody talks to - night . I can't catch a word . " " Don't mind your dress ! Come in your blue stock- ings ! " she had ...
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... talk of Politics , and praise of the Mountain ; in which she mingles not : all night , all day , and again all night . On Thursday , not long before noon , we are at the bridge of Neuilly ; here is Paris with her thousand black domes ...
... talk of Politics , and praise of the Mountain ; in which she mingles not : all night , all day , and again all night . On Thursday , not long before noon , we are at the bridge of Neuilly ; here is Paris with her thousand black domes ...
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beauty bright Charlotte Charlotte Corday charming cheek countenance creature daughter dear death delight doth dress EUGÉNIE DE GUÉRIN eyes face fair fancy Fanny Kemble flowers gentle girl give Godiva grace grave hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Horace Walpole hour Joseph Addison kind kiss knew Lady laugh Leigh Hunt Leofric live look Lord lov'd Lydia White Madam Liberality maid Maple Grove Mary mind Miss Anne Mistress morning mother nature never night noble o'er old Aunt Mary's passion poor pray pretty Queen rose round Saint Saint Zita sche seemed seen sister smile soft soul speak sweet Molly T. E. Brown talk tears tell thee things Thomas Fuller thou thought Twas Virgin virtue voice W. E. Henley wife woman women wonder young youth
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Страница 19 - 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 way-lay.
Страница 18 - Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Страница 22 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Страница 128 - Not to a rage ; patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once ; her smiles and tears Were like a better...
Страница 29 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Страница 124 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Страница 177 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...
Страница 20 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Страница 116 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Страница 80 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...