Man and His Mate: A Little Book for His Heart and HersLone star publishers, 1908 - 61 páginas |
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Man and His Mate: A Little Book for His Heart and Hers Nina Isabel Jennings Sin vista previa disponible - 2014 |
Man and His Mate: A Little Book for His Heart and Hers (Classic Reprint) Nina Isabel Jennings Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adam and Eve art thou beauty bird bliss bloom blue breath bright cigar clasped crown dark DAY OF DAYS dear dearest divine dream east and west fair Faith feel fold fragrance G. P. Putnam's Sons garden glad golden grace hand happy Harper & Brothers hath heaven hope immortal journey's end Katrina Trask keep kiss knew laugh life's light lips little girl little woman live lonely look Lord Byron LOVE Love love thee love-light MATE memory Myrtle Reed Nathaniel Hawthorne nectar Nesbit never night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes paradise pray prayer rest Robert Browning rose scent shine sing sleep smile song soul south and east Spirit stars sweet sweeter Sweetheart tears tender thine eyes thing thou art thought thy heart to-night touch unto violet blue waiting wakes wandered weary whisper winds wish thou wert wondrous yearning
Pasajes populares
Página 52 - Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
Página 16 - The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Página 44 - Give a man a horse he can ride, Give a man a boat he can sail; And his rank and wealth, his strength and health, On sea nor shore shall fail.
Página 33 - IF I had but two little wings, And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here. But in my sleep to you I fly : I'm always with you in my sleep ! The world is all one's own. But then one wakes, and where am I ? All, all alone. Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids : So I love to wake ere break of day : For though my sleep be gone...
Página 14 - Color, and price, and virtue, in the clearness of its rays — Just so a little woman much excellence displays, Beauty, and grace, and love, and fidelity always. The skylark and the nightingale, though small and light of wing, Yet warble sweeter in the grove than all the birds that sing : And so a little woman, though a very little thing, Is sweeter far than sugar, and flowers that bloom in spring.
Página 46 - The sorrow of a contrite heart — These things shall never die, The memory of a clasping hand, The pressure of a kiss ; And all the trifles, sweet and frail, That make up love's first bliss; If with a firm unchanging faith, And holy trust and high, Those hands have clasped, those lips have met, These things shall never die. The cruel and the bitter word That wounded as it fell ; The chilling want of sympathy We feel, but never tell ; The hard repulse that chills the heart Whose hopes were bounded...
Página 14 - In a little precious stone what splendor meets the eyes ! In a little lump of sugar how much of sweetness lies ! So in a little woman love grows and multiplies : You recollect the proverb says, — A word unto the wise.
Página 21 - If thou art far, the bird tunes are no tunes; If thou art near, the wintry days are Junes, — Darkness is light, and sorrow cannot be. Thou art my dream come true, and thou my dream; The air I breathe, the world wherein I dwell; My journey's end thou art, and...
Página 23 - Constance, I know not how it is with men: For women (I am a woman now like you) There is no good of life but love — but love! What else looks good, is some shade flung from love; Love gilds it, gives it worth.
Página 11 - O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so thro' those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee : come, Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.