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... 62 , 63 90 89 · -1914 ) . · 32 , 79 111 WHITEHEAD , WILLIAM ( 1715-85 ) 96 WITHER , GEORGE ( 1588-1667 ) WORDSWORTH , William ( 1770–1850 ) UNKNOWN 100 114 , 119 54 , 70 , 74 LOVE LOVE THAT I KNOW LOVE that I know ,
... 62 , 63 90 89 · -1914 ) . · 32 , 79 111 WHITEHEAD , WILLIAM ( 1715-85 ) 96 WITHER , GEORGE ( 1588-1667 ) WORDSWORTH , William ( 1770–1850 ) UNKNOWN 100 114 , 119 54 , 70 , 74 LOVE LOVE THAT I KNOW LOVE that I know ,
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... unknown , although his height be taken . ΤΟ Love ' s not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks 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 ...
... unknown , although his height be taken . ΤΟ Love ' s not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks 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 ...
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... Let clouds bedim my face , break in mine eye ; 5 Let me no steps but of lost labour trace ; Let all the earth in scorn recount my case , But do not will me from my love to fly . 54 UNKNOWN I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor.
... Let clouds bedim my face , break in mine eye ; 5 Let me no steps but of lost labour trace ; Let all the earth in scorn recount my case , But do not will me from my love to fly . 54 UNKNOWN I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor.
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Robert Maynard Leonard. 54 UNKNOWN I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame ; Nor aught do care though some above me sit ; Nor hope nor wish another ... UNKNOWN , 5 HERRICK THE NIGHT - PIECE , TO JULIA HER eyes.
Robert Maynard Leonard. 54 UNKNOWN I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame ; Nor aught do care though some above me sit ; Nor hope nor wish another ... UNKNOWN , 5 HERRICK THE NIGHT - PIECE , TO JULIA HER eyes.
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... UNKNOWN . LOVESIGHT WHEN do I see thee most , beloved one ? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face , their altar , solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known ? Or when in the dusk hours , ( we two ...
... UNKNOWN . LOVESIGHT WHEN do I see thee most , beloved one ? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face , their altar , solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known ? Or when in the dusk hours , ( we two ...
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adore Aganippe amid awake beauty beauty's birds Blackmwore bonnie Doon bosom breast breath bright brow buds BURNS Campaspe CAMPION Catullus Celia cheek cold COLERIDGE D. G. ROSSETTI dear death delight DONNE doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth face fair Samela flowers flying FOLLOW THY FAIR grace hair hath my heart heaven HERRICK hope JONSON kiss lady lassie Lesbia let thee go light lips live look LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee Love's Love's Labour's Lost lover maid maïdens MISTRESS ne'er never night o'er P. B. SHELLEY pale pity poems Poet Laureate praise pretty proud S. T. COLERIDGE Sappho scorn SHAKESPEARE sighs sing sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul spring stars Stour Swallow sweet and fair tell thine eyes Thou art thought thy fair sun thy love tress true love hath Twas W. S. LANDOR wanton wind youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Page 80 - 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 Should'st rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine...
Page 114 - 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 waylay.
Page 119 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 56 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 24 - Her lips suck forth my soul! See where it flies; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 32 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Page 47 - 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 46 - THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.
Page 29 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 68 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.