Poems of love, pt. 1Holt, 1912 |
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... Sleep , Angry Beauty " Matin Song . The Night - Piece : To Julia . Morning William Shakespeare 668 .Thomas Campion . 668 .Nathaniel Field 668 . Robert Herrick 669 William D'Avenant . 669 Table of Contents ix Matin Song .Thomas Heywood ...
... Sleep , Angry Beauty " Matin Song . The Night - Piece : To Julia . Morning William Shakespeare 668 .Thomas Campion . 668 .Nathaniel Field 668 . Robert Herrick 669 William D'Avenant . 669 Table of Contents ix Matin Song .Thomas Heywood ...
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... Sleeping Beauty " The Young May Moon ' " Row Gently Here " A Serenade Serenade . Lines to an Indian Air Good - Night Serenade .Joanna Baillie 672 .Samuel Rogers 673 .Thomas Moore 673 Thomas Moore 674 .Bryan Waller Procter 674 .Aubrey ...
... Sleeping Beauty " The Young May Moon ' " Row Gently Here " A Serenade Serenade . Lines to an Indian Air Good - Night Serenade .Joanna Baillie 672 .Samuel Rogers 673 .Thomas Moore 673 Thomas Moore 674 .Bryan Waller Procter 674 .Aubrey ...
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... sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel he my heart doth sting ...
... sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel he my heart doth sting ...
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... 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 still , I said , for the wind's wing William Johnson-Cory Lewis Morris.
... 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 still , I said , for the wind's wing William Johnson-Cory Lewis Morris.
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... sleep's are the tunes in its tree - tops heard ; No hound's note wakens the wildwood hart , Only the song of a secret bird . ENVOI In the world of dreams I have chosen my part , To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's ...
... sleep's are the tunes in its tree - tops heard ; No hound's note wakens the wildwood hart , Only the song of a secret bird . ENVOI In the world of dreams I have chosen my part , To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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 !
Seite 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.
Seite 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'.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.