The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 Seiten |
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... heart in him his thoughts and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his because in me it bides : My true love hath my heart , and I have his . John Lylye . [ BORN 1554 DIFD 1600. ] CUPID 24 BOOK OF RUBIES .
... heart in him his thoughts and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his because in me it bides : My true love hath my heart , and I have his . John Lylye . [ BORN 1554 DIFD 1600. ] CUPID 24 BOOK OF RUBIES .
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... once adieu : Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be , or your affairs suppose , But , like a sad slave , stay and think of naught Save , where you are , how happy you make those : So true a fool is love , that in ...
... once adieu : Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be , or your affairs suppose , But , like a sad slave , stay and think of naught Save , where you are , how happy you make those : So true a fool is love , that in ...
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... once , I'll love no more , Thine be the grief , as is the blame ; Thou art not what thou wert before , What reason I should be the same ? He that can love , unloved again , Hath better store of love than brain ; God send me love my ...
... once , I'll love no more , Thine be the grief , as is the blame ; Thou art not what thou wert before , What reason I should be the same ? He that can love , unloved again , Hath better store of love than brain ; God send me love my ...
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... once outwears ; Then , lest thy love by my death frustrate be , If thou love me , take heed of loving me . Take heed of hating me , Or too much triumph in the victory ; Not that I shall be mine own officer , And hate with hate again ...
... once outwears ; Then , lest thy love by my death frustrate be , If thou love me , take heed of loving me . Take heed of hating me , Or too much triumph in the victory ; Not that I shall be mine own officer , And hate with hate again ...
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... once transformed in me , Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul ; Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine , And if that aught mischanced thou shouldst not moan Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone ; No , I would have my ...
... once transformed in me , Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul ; Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine , And if that aught mischanced thou shouldst not moan Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone ; No , I would have my ...
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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.