Selections from the Poetical Works: First Series, Том 1Smith, Elder, 1884 - 288 страница |
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... - coloured buds , to kiss And capture ' twixt the lips apart for this . Then her lithe neck , three fingers might surround , How it should waver , on the pale gold ground , Up to the fruit - shaped , perfect chin it 1 . B MY STAR A FACE.
... - coloured buds , to kiss And capture ' twixt the lips apart for this . Then her lithe neck , three fingers might surround , How it should waver , on the pale gold ground , Up to the fruit - shaped , perfect chin it 1 . B MY STAR A FACE.
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... kissed my cheek , And called me queen , and made me stoop Under the canopy— ( a streak That pierced it , of the outside sun , Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun ) - VII And they could let me take my state And foolish throne amid ...
... kissed my cheek , And called me queen , and made me stoop Under the canopy— ( a streak That pierced it , of the outside sun , Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun ) - VII And they could let me take my state And foolish throne amid ...
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... Kissed Jacynth , and soberly drowned myself ! It was a little plait of hair Such as friends in a convent make To wear , each for the other's sake , — This , see , which at my breast I wear , Ever did ( rather to Jacynth's grudgment ) ...
... Kissed Jacynth , and soberly drowned myself ! It was a little plait of hair Such as friends in a convent make To wear , each for the other's sake , — This , see , which at my breast I wear , Ever did ( rather to Jacynth's grudgment ) ...
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... kiss , first ! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure , this eve , How my face , your flower , had pursed Its petals up ; so , here and there You brush it , till I grow aware Who wants me , and wide ope I burst . The bee's kiss ...
... kiss , first ! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure , this eve , How my face , your flower , had pursed Its petals up ; so , here and there You brush it , till I grow aware Who wants me , and wide ope I burst . The bee's kiss ...
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... kiss me ! Care not for the cowards ! Care Only to put aside thy beauteous hair My blood will hurt ! The Three , I do not scorn To death , because they never lived : but I Have lived indeed , and so- ( yet one more kiss ) - can die ! A ...
... kiss me ! Care not for the cowards ! Care Only to put aside thy beauteous hair My blood will hurt ! The Three , I do not scorn To death , because they never lived : but I Have lived indeed , and so- ( yet one more kiss ) - can die ! A ...
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ÆSCHYLUS beauty bird breast breath brow Camaldolese cheek Clement Marot Crown 8vo dare Dark Tower dead death drop Duke E'en earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face feast fire flesh flowers FREDERICK LEIGHTON Gismond give God's gold grew grey hair hand hath hauberk head heart heaven hope Italy Jacynth JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS King kiss lady LAST DUCHESS laugh leave life's lips live look Lorge Louis-d'or man's mind mouth neath never night o'er once paint pass past perfect PIPPA PASSES Pornic praise pride rest ride ROBERT BROWNING rose round Saint Saul Setebos shut sings sleep smile song soul star stoop stopped sure sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro truth turn twixt VIII watch whole wonder word youth Zeus