A Love Gift for ...George Bell, 1841 |
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... love speaks , the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony . Shakspere . LONDON : GEORGE BELL , 186 , FLEET STREET , Next door to St. Dunstan's Church . LONDON : Printed by Manning and Mason , Ivy Lane A.
... love speaks , the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony . Shakspere . LONDON : GEORGE BELL , 186 , FLEET STREET , Next door to St. Dunstan's Church . LONDON : Printed by Manning and Mason , Ivy Lane A.
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... heavens Still left us youth and love ! We'd have no friends That were not lovers ; no ambition , save To excel them all in love ; we'd read no books That were not tales of love - that we might smile To think how poorly eloquence of ...
... heavens Still left us youth and love ! We'd have no friends That were not lovers ; no ambition , save To excel them all in love ; we'd read no books That were not tales of love - that we might smile To think how poorly eloquence of ...
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... heaven is there ! T. MOORE . THE WAKING BEAUTY . RISE , lady ! mistress , rise ! The night hath tedious been , No sleep hath fallen into my eyes , Nor slumbers made me sin : Is not she a saint then , say , Thought of whom keeps sin away ...
... heaven is there ! T. MOORE . THE WAKING BEAUTY . RISE , lady ! mistress , rise ! The night hath tedious been , No sleep hath fallen into my eyes , Nor slumbers made me sin : Is not she a saint then , say , Thought of whom keeps sin away ...
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... heaven , which ' t is a crime To number with the things of time ; Hope in the bud is often blasted , And beauty on the desert wasted ; And joy , a primrose early , gay , Care's lightest foot - falls treads away . But love shall live ...
... heaven , which ' t is a crime To number with the things of time ; Hope in the bud is often blasted , And beauty on the desert wasted ; And joy , a primrose early , gay , Care's lightest foot - falls treads away . But love shall live ...
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... heavens - whose path is peace ; Whose presence fills all places with a light ; Whose loss makes dark the sun , and poisons time . HORNE . THE PRIMROSE . Ask me why I send you here This firstling of the Infant year ; Ask me why I send to ...
... heavens - whose path is peace ; Whose presence fills all places with a light ; Whose loss makes dark the sun , and poisons time . HORNE . THE PRIMROSE . Ask me why I send you here This firstling of the Infant year ; Ask me why I send to ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. A. WATTS Adonis ANACREON BARRY CORNWALL beds of roses BEN JONSON beneath bloom blush bosom breast breath bright brow BULWER CANZONET charms cheek crest Cupid dear device death delight divine doth e'en earth eyes fair fear flame flowers fragrant gaze gentle glow hair hath heaven hour J. S. KNOWLES Kate of Aberdeen kiss LANDON light live look lost to sight LOVE ETERNAL Love's lover lute maid MELEAGER morn mourn mournful girl MUNROE nature's ne'er night NYMPH'S o'er pale passion perfume pleasure Prethee RALEIGH rapture remembrance of Thee roses rosy seal SHAKSPERE sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring star STRANGFORD summer sweet remembrance SWEET Violets T. B. SMITH tears tell thine thou thought thy beauty thy heart thy love thy truth relying tresses VENUS AND ADONIS violets wanton watchful night wear woman Young love young sinner youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 49 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 21 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 33 - These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The...
Seite 71 - 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.
Seite 34 - 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.
Seite 54 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
Seite 43 - 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!
Seite 49 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Seite 32 - 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 spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Seite 16 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements