Poems of love, pt. 1Holt, 1912 - Poetry |
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... Turning mortal for thy love . William Shakespeare [ 1564-1616 ] VENUS ' RUNAWAY From " The Hue and Cry After Cupid " BEAUTIES , have ye seen this toy , Called Love , a little boy , Almost naked , wanton , blind ; Cruel now , and then as ...
... Turning mortal for thy love . William Shakespeare [ 1564-1616 ] VENUS ' RUNAWAY From " The Hue and Cry After Cupid " BEAUTIES , have ye seen this toy , Called Love , a little boy , Almost naked , wanton , blind ; Cruel now , and then as ...
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... turns , when love Gets overnear to doting ; Keen lips , that shape soft sayings Like crystals of the snow , With pretty half - betrayings Of things one may not know ; Fair hand whose touches thrill , Like golden rod of wonder , Which ...
... turns , when love Gets overnear to doting ; Keen lips , that shape soft sayings Like crystals of the snow , With pretty half - betrayings Of things one may not know ; Fair hand whose touches thrill , Like golden rod of wonder , Which ...
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... turn Ever so little space to left or right , They needs must stand acknowledged , face to face . And , yet , with wistful eyes that never meet And groping hands that never clasp and lips Calling in vain to ears that never hear , They ...
... turn Ever so little space to left or right , They needs must stand acknowledged , face to face . And , yet , with wistful eyes that never meet And groping hands that never clasp and lips Calling in vain to ears that never hear , They ...
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... turn to chaos ' endless night ! Do not conceal those tresses fair , The silken snares of thy curled hair ; Lest , finding neither gold nor ore , The curious silk - worm work no more . Do not conceal those breasts of thine , More snow ...
... turn to chaos ' endless night ! Do not conceal those tresses fair , The silken snares of thy curled hair ; Lest , finding neither gold nor ore , The curious silk - worm work no more . Do not conceal those breasts of thine , More snow ...
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When at dawn she sighs , and like an infant to the window Turns grave eyes craving light , released from dreams , Beautiful she looks , like a white water - lily Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams . When from bed she rises ...
When at dawn she sighs , and like an infant to the window Turns grave eyes craving light , released from dreams , Beautiful she looks , like a white water - lily Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams . When from bed she rises ...
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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.