A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of English Poesy ...Chapman, 1836 - 219 Seiten |
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... wind . He that loves , and fears to try , Learns his mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout and leave the ...
... wind . He that loves , and fears to try , Learns his mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit . Doth she pout and leave the ...
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... wind and tide at will . And as all those that heare this bird complaine , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse or pitying her paine ; So she for whom I waile both daye and night , Doth sport her selfe in hearing ...
... wind and tide at will . And as all those that heare this bird complaine , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse or pitying her paine ; So she for whom I waile both daye and night , Doth sport her selfe in hearing ...
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... wind All unseen ' gan passage find , That the lover , sick to death , Wish'd himself the heaven's breath . 66 ' Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack ! my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck ...
... wind All unseen ' gan passage find , That the lover , sick to death , Wish'd himself the heaven's breath . 66 ' Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack ! my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck ...
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... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ...
... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ...
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... wind shall the corn infest , But the soft spirit of the east , Our scent with perfum'd banquets feast . A satyr here and there shall trip , In hope to purchase leave to sip Sweet nectar from a fairy's lip . * The poet's residence . The ...
... wind shall the corn infest , But the soft spirit of the east , Our scent with perfum'd banquets feast . A satyr here and there shall trip , In hope to purchase leave to sip Sweet nectar from a fairy's lip . * The poet's residence . The ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty Beauty's birds blush bonny Born bosom bower breast breath bright burning CASTARA charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE County Guy Cupid death deep delight died doth dream Earl echo ring face fair fancy flame flowers frae garland gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE grace green Greensleeves grief grove harvest show hast hath hear heart heaven hope Hymen JAMES HOGG JOANNA BAILLIE kiss LADY LASSIE light lips live looks Love's lover maid mind morn ne'er Netherby never night nosegay nymph o'er odours paine passion pity PLATONIC LOVE pleasure posie praise rest rose shalt sigh sing Sir Thomas Wyatt sleep smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring sung sunne sweet tears tell thee thine eye thing THOMAS thou art thou wouldst thought thy love tongue trembling twas unto violet voice wanton weel weep whilst woods wouldst not love youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 168 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Seite 47 - 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 79 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Seite 164 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 81 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Seite 116 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite 82 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Seite 165 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Seite 165 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Seite 38 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.