The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 páginas |
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... give , as concisely as possible , all that is known con- cerning them . I begin with the three great Italian poets , because I conceive their love - sonnets - above all , Petrarch's― to have been the models after which our early poets ...
... give , as concisely as possible , all that is known con- cerning them . I begin with the three great Italian poets , because I conceive their love - sonnets - above all , Petrarch's― to have been the models after which our early poets ...
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... gives me horror . Joyful Love seemed , holding within his hand My heart , and in his arms enfolded lay Madonna sleeping , in a mantle wrapt . Then waking her , he with this burning heart Courteously fed her , and in fear she ate . That ...
... gives me horror . Joyful Love seemed , holding within his hand My heart , and in his arms enfolded lay Madonna sleeping , in a mantle wrapt . Then waking her , he with this burning heart Courteously fed her , and in fear she ate . That ...
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... gives to the affrighted soul , At least in showing that he pities me For the distress occasioned by your scorn , Which is apparent in the deadly hue Of these sad eyes , that fain would close in death . Many the times that to my memory ...
... gives to the affrighted soul , At least in showing that he pities me For the distress occasioned by your scorn , Which is apparent in the deadly hue Of these sad eyes , that fain would close in death . Many the times that to my memory ...
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... give himself the true air and complex- ion of disease . How often have you yourself been witness of my paleness and my suf- ferings ! I know very well that you speak only in irony ; it is your favorite figure of speech ; but I hope that ...
... give himself the true air and complex- ion of disease . How often have you yourself been witness of my paleness and my suf- ferings ! I know very well that you speak only in irony ; it is your favorite figure of speech ; but I hope that ...
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... Give ear , give ear , with one consenting , To my last words , my last and my lamenting . If ' tis my fate below , And Heaven will have it so , That Love must close these dying eyes in tears , May my poor dust be laid In middle of your ...
... Give ear , give ear , with one consenting , To my last words , my last and my lamenting . If ' tis my fate below , And Heaven will have it so , That Love must close these dying eyes in tears , May my poor dust be laid In middle of your ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anne Boleyn Anthony à Wood behold birds blush breast breath bright CASTARA chaste cheeks cruel Cupid dear death delight desire disdain Donne dost doth Duke England's Helicon face Falero favour fear Ferrara fire flame flowers give glory golden grace grief hair happy hast hath hear heaven honour hope JOHN DONNE kiss lady Laura leave Leonora lero light lips live look Lord love thee Love's lover maid marriage married MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morning ne'er never night nymph pain passion Petrarch Phillis pity poems poet praise pride Queen RAPE OF LUCRECE rose SAMUEL DANIEL say nay scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring Stella Surrey sweet Swift Tasso tears tell thine eyes thought thy beauty thy heart Tottel's Miscellany true unto Urbino verse weep Whilst wind youth
Pasajes populares
Página 351 - 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.
Página 371 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Página 346 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 336 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Página 95 - Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 324 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain...
Página 223 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Página 322 - The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Página 222 - 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 fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Página 170 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...