Poems of love, pt. 1Holt, 1912 - Poetry |
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... soft guitar The songs repeat . ' Tis when the sigh , -- in youth sincere And only then , The sigh that's breathed for one to hear- Is by that one , that only Dear Breathed back again . Thomas Moore [ 1779-1852 ] CUPID STUNG CUPID once ...
... soft guitar The songs repeat . ' Tis when the sigh , -- in youth sincere And only then , The sigh that's breathed for one to hear- Is by that one , that only Dear Breathed back again . Thomas Moore [ 1779-1852 ] CUPID STUNG CUPID once ...
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... soft in the rhythm ; Unless you can feel , when left by One , That all men else go with him ; Unless you can know , when upraised by his breath , That your beauty itself wants proving ; Unless you can swear " For life , for death ...
... soft in the rhythm ; Unless you can feel , when left by One , That all men else go with him ; Unless you can know , when upraised by his breath , That your beauty itself wants proving ; Unless you can swear " For life , for death ...
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... soft hair simply folded , And bright face crescent - browed , And throat by Muses moulded ; And eyelids lightly falling On little glistening seas , Deep - calm , when gales are brawling , Though stirred by every breeze ; Swift voice ...
... soft hair simply folded , And bright face crescent - browed , And throat by Muses moulded ; And eyelids lightly falling On little glistening seas , Deep - calm , when gales are brawling , Though stirred by every breeze ; Swift voice ...
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... soft white snow's is , Under the roses I hid my heart . Why would it sleep not ? why should it start , When never a leaf of the rose - tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird . Lie ...
... soft white snow's is , Under the roses I hid my heart . Why would it sleep not ? why should it start , When never a leaf of the rose - tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird . Lie ...
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... soft to touch and sweet to view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Nature herself her shape admires ; The gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho , would she were ...
... soft to touch and sweet to view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Nature herself her shape admires ; The gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho , would she were ...
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Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne awake Beata mea Domina beauty Behave yoursel birds blue blush bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright charms cheeks Chloe dark dear delight disdain doth dream earth Eileen Aroon eyes face fair fear feet flowers George Edward Woodberry George Gordon Byron girl give Glenlogie gold golden grace grow hair hand hath hear heart heaven hour John Godfrey Saxe kiss lady lass lassie laugh light lily lips live look love thee Love's lover maid maiden Mally's Maud morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pretty Robert Robert Browning Robert Herrick rose shine sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG soul stars sweet tears tell there's thine thing Thomas Thomas Campion Thomas Carew thought Twas voice vows Walter Savage Landor wanton wind wings young youth
Popular passages
Page 563 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 562 - Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
Page 755 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — • ' Now tread we a measure !
Page 583 - When Love with unconfine'd 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.
Page 711 - The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted. The very room, coz she was in, Seemed warm from floor to ceilin', An' she looked full ez rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin'.
Page 691 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: 20 Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 563 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Page 585 - TO HIS COY MISTRESS Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side 5 Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Page 662 - Philosophy 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.
Page 633 - Or ever the knightly years were gone, With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon, And you were a Christian slave.