The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 Seiten |
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... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Tereu , tereu , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . -Ah , thought I ...
... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Tereu , tereu , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . -Ah , thought I ...
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... hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapped in lead : All thy fellow - birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me ...
... hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ; King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapped in lead : All thy fellow - birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me ...
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... hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Peneus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest ...
... hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Peneus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest ...
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... hear The delightful nightingale . Welcome , welcome , then I sing , & c . Love , that looks still on your eyes , Though the winter have begun To benumb our arteries , Shall not want the summer's sun . Welcome , welcome , then I sing ...
... hear The delightful nightingale . Welcome , welcome , then I sing , & c . Love , that looks still on your eyes , Though the winter have begun To benumb our arteries , Shall not want the summer's sun . Welcome , welcome , then I sing ...
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... hear The story of that distant bliss I never shall come near : By sad experience I have found That her perfection is my wound . And tell me not how fond I am To tempt my daring fate , From whence no triumph ever came But to repent too ...
... hear The story of that distant bliss I never shall come near : By sad experience I have found That her perfection is my wound . And tell me not how fond I am To tempt my daring fate , From whence no triumph ever came But to repent too ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty birds blossom blush bonnie BORN bosom braes breast breath bright brow BRYAN WALLER PROCTOR charms cheek Christ Church College cloud College dear death DIED disdain doth dream Earl educated EDWARD LYTTON EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON fair fairest fate flame flowers Forget gentle Giles Fletcher gone green hath hear heart heaven hope John JOHN LYLYE kiss lady leaves light lips look love thee love's lover maid Mary morning ne'er never Nicholas Breton night o'er Oxford passion plays poems Ramoth RICHARD BARNEFIELD ROBERT AYTOUN rose shade shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet tears tell thee-I thought thine eyes THOMAS thou art thought of thee thy love Twas University of Edinburgh unto voice vows waly waves weary WILLIAM willow-tree wilt thou wind Yarrow young young Jessie
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 162 - 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 way-lay.
Seite 99 - Going to the Wars 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 honour more.
Seite 83 - 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. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 36 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Seite 43 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Seite 158 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Seite 76 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Seite 155 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Seite 65 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Seite 53 - 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.