Love-knots and bridal-bands: poems, selected and arranged by F. Langbridge1883 |
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... bird with bird . " Sure , " croaked the jackdaw , " in July They'll quarrel , or no daw am I- Why , let them , since they are but men ; " " They can make it up though , " quoth the wren . And heedlessly the lovers heard A senseless ...
... bird with bird . " Sure , " croaked the jackdaw , " in July They'll quarrel , or no daw am I- Why , let them , since they are but men ; " " They can make it up though , " quoth the wren . And heedlessly the lovers heard A senseless ...
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... bird helps me out with it ; she sighs ; Sing on , sweet bird , ' twill reach her heart at last ! Oh , torrent , say thou art this heart of mine , Strong , rapid , overwhelming ; I will break Life's very rocks with rage akin to thine ...
... bird helps me out with it ; she sighs ; Sing on , sweet bird , ' twill reach her heart at last ! Oh , torrent , say thou art this heart of mine , Strong , rapid , overwhelming ; I will break Life's very rocks with rage akin to thine ...
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... bird from out the south , Settled among the alder - holts , and twittering by the stream ; I would put my tiny tail down , and put up my tiny mouth , And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream . I would sing about the blossoms ...
... bird from out the south , Settled among the alder - holts , and twittering by the stream ; I would put my tiny tail down , and put up my tiny mouth , And sing my tiny life away in one melodious dream . I would sing about the blossoms ...
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... bird , the Dove , When it the message of Thy love To my lone sorrow brings . THOMAS GORDON HAKE . [ This passage occurs in an unpublished poem , Serpent Play : a Divine Pastoral . " ] " The II . THOMAS TUsser . THE OLD STORY OVER AGAIN ...
... bird , the Dove , When it the message of Thy love To my lone sorrow brings . THOMAS GORDON HAKE . [ This passage occurs in an unpublished poem , Serpent Play : a Divine Pastoral . " ] " The II . THOMAS TUsser . THE OLD STORY OVER AGAIN ...
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... bird and slight thing rife With sunlight is but sweetly led By him to its sweet life and death . But , more than all , while ye have breath And rosy relic of the rose Born with you - men and women , lo Your rich eternal hearts that grow ...
... bird and slight thing rife With sunlight is but sweetly led By him to its sweet life and death . But , more than all , while ye have breath And rosy relic of the rose Born with you - men and women , lo Your rich eternal hearts that grow ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE angel ARTHUR W. E. O'SHAUGHNESSY Ballads beauty Bell bird bless bliss bloom blossom blush breast breath bridal bride bright C. S. CALVERLEY Chatto and Windus cheek COVENTRY PATMORE dear doth dream EDMUND WALLER face fair feel flowers forget girl gold golden hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope JEAN INGELOW kiss lady LEIGH life's light lips Longmans look love thee love's lover Lyrics Macmillan maid maiden married MORTIMER COLLINS ne'er never night o'er P. J. BAILEY Paul Poems Poetical RAPHAEL TUCK ring ROBERT HERRICK rose Routledge SAMUEL BUTLER SAMUEL LOVER sigh sing smile soft Songs Sonnets sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell There's thing THOMAS GORDON HAKE THOMAS HOOD thou art thought true TUCK AND SONS vows wedding wife WILLIAM SHAKSPERE words wwwww young youth
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Страница 62 - 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. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Страница 58 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 25 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Страница 136 - 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 A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Страница 30 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Страница 117 - Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear ; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house ; so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty ; for He is thy Lord ; and worship thou Him.
Страница 43 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Страница 110 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Страница 54 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Страница 32 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.