The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480 páginas |
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... beam- The supposed Desertion : 119 ing star 163 To Harriet . 120 To Helen ib . A Farewell Address to a Span- Be mine , dear maid 164 ish Lady 121 The Raven ... 165 Mary's Dancing ib . Do you ever think of me ? ... 168 Never Forget 123 ...
... beam- The supposed Desertion : 119 ing star 163 To Harriet . 120 To Helen ib . A Farewell Address to a Span- Be mine , dear maid 164 ish Lady 121 The Raven ... 165 Mary's Dancing ib . Do you ever think of me ? ... 168 Never Forget 123 ...
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... beam to gild our future years . TRUE LOVE . TRUE love is like the damask roso , The same in life and death ; In bloom it scents its native air- Sweet is its dying breath . True love is like the lucid beam That o'er the diamond plays ...
... beam to gild our future years . TRUE LOVE . TRUE love is like the damask roso , The same in life and death ; In bloom it scents its native air- Sweet is its dying breath . True love is like the lucid beam That o'er the diamond plays ...
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... beam out from the blest . ' Twas fearful as beautiful ; and as they gazed , The neighbours stood whispering low , Nor dared they remove her white arm from the dead , Where it seemed in its fondness to grow . Life is not always a ...
... beam out from the blest . ' Twas fearful as beautiful ; and as they gazed , The neighbours stood whispering low , Nor dared they remove her white arm from the dead , Where it seemed in its fondness to grow . Life is not always a ...
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... beams on me still— Those love tones fill my ear . Last time we met , a small plain ring He placed upon my hand , To keep him still in memory , When in a distant land . No gift was needed to remind Of one I loved so well ; His image on ...
... beams on me still— Those love tones fill my ear . Last time we met , a small plain ring He placed upon my hand , To keep him still in memory , When in a distant land . No gift was needed to remind Of one I loved so well ; His image on ...
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... the deathless , sad adieu ; The never - failing legacy of love ; A cloud through which the rainbow we may view ; A beam of promise whersoe'er we rove . Remember me ! the parting soul enjoins The latest accents 46 LOVE POEMS .
... the deathless , sad adieu ; The never - failing legacy of love ; A cloud through which the rainbow we may view ; A beam of promise whersoe'er we rove . Remember me ! the parting soul enjoins The latest accents 46 LOVE POEMS .
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The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest Poems - Primary Source Edition Anonymous,BiblioBazaar Sin vista previa disponible - 2013 |
Términos y frases comunes
angel beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning canst charms cheek cold dark dear deep dream E'en e'er earth eyes fade fair faithless fancy farewell feel flowers flowing tears fond fondly forget gaze gentle glance gleam glow grief hath hear heaven hope hour IANTHE kiss lady life's light lingering lips lonely look lov'd love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden memory morning murmuring nature's best ne'er neath never Nevermore night nymph o'er pain pale passion pure Quoth the Raven rapture rill rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star strain sweet tears tell tender thine think of thee thou art thou hast thought thrilling tone Twas Twill voice vows wake wander weary weep whispers wild wilt wind words young youth
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Página 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Página 167 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Página 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 165 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 165 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Página 166 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Página 439 - 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.
Página 167 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Página 148 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...