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O let not words , the callous shell of thought , Intrude between thy silent soul and
mine ! Try not the choicest ever poet wrought ; They all are discord in our life
divine . Smile not thine unbelief ; but hear and say All that thou will ' st , and then
...
O let not words , the callous shell of thought , Intrude between thy silent soul and
mine ! Try not the choicest ever poet wrought ; They all are discord in our life
divine . Smile not thine unbelief ; but hear and say All that thou will ' st , and then
...
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A single star Is rising in the east , and from afar Sheds a most tremulous lustre ;
silent night Doth wear it like a jewel on her brow : But see ! it motions with its
lovely light Onwards and onwards through those depths of blue To its appointed
...
A single star Is rising in the east , and from afar Sheds a most tremulous lustre ;
silent night Doth wear it like a jewel on her brow : But see ! it motions with its
lovely light Onwards and onwards through those depths of blue To its appointed
...
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Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout and leave
the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ? why then be sure She
invites thee to the cure . Doth she cross thy suit with “ No ! " Tush ! she loves to ...
Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout and leave
the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come . Is she sick ? why then be sure She
invites thee to the cure . Doth she cross thy suit with “ No ! " Tush ! she loves to ...
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By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it
cannot show , And silent ache for thee . BYRON . TO FRANCES . Sweet as the
rose that scents the gale , Bright as the lily of the vale , Yet with a heart like ...
By day or night , in weal or woe , That heart , no longer free , Must bear the love it
cannot show , And silent ache for thee . BYRON . TO FRANCES . Sweet as the
rose that scents the gale , Bright as the lily of the vale , Yet with a heart like ...
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I never gaze upon the silent sky , When floats the moon amid its azure blue , But
memory ever pictures one bright eye , That gladly watched with me its wand '
rings too ; And thoughts of other blissful days arise , Which my fond heart could
wish ...
I never gaze upon the silent sky , When floats the moon amid its azure blue , But
memory ever pictures one bright eye , That gladly watched with me its wand '
rings too ; And thoughts of other blissful days arise , Which my fond heart could
wish ...
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Seite 55 - 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 25 - 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 37 - 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 75 - 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 38 - 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 58 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
Seite 47 - 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 55 - 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 36 - 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 20 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements