The Holly and Mistletoe: Beautiful Bouquets, Culled from the Poets of All Countries, Libro 2Frederick Warne and Company, 1869 - 152 páginas |
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... of wine ; Where the embo wering branches meet , - Oh , is not this divinely sweet ? MOORE . W FLOWERS OF LOVE . ITH grey head bent upon The True Lovers ' Knot . Ode from Anacreon Flowers of Love Song Song Croly PAGE Moore.
... of wine ; Where the embo wering branches meet , - Oh , is not this divinely sweet ? MOORE . W FLOWERS OF LOVE . ITH grey head bent upon The True Lovers ' Knot . Ode from Anacreon Flowers of Love Song Song Croly PAGE Moore.
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... bent upon the ground , While wandering through a Saxon vale , A pilgrim first the violet found , Flinging its fragrance on the gale , As he towards the holy shrine Journey'd along with wearied feet- He smiled , to think the saint divine ...
... bent upon the ground , While wandering through a Saxon vale , A pilgrim first the violet found , Flinging its fragrance on the gale , As he towards the holy shrine Journey'd along with wearied feet- He smiled , to think the saint divine ...
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... Bends its slim form - the tempest lowers- Its emerald eye drops crystal showers , On its cold bed below . Where'er I find thee , gentle flower , Thou still art sweet and dear to me ; For I have known the cheerless hour- Have seen the ...
... Bends its slim form - the tempest lowers- Its emerald eye drops crystal showers , On its cold bed below . Where'er I find thee , gentle flower , Thou still art sweet and dear to me ; For I have known the cheerless hour- Have seen the ...
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... bend Your eyes to one particular light , Till it became a friend . And , then , so loved that glistening spot , That , whether it were far Or more or less , it matter'd not- It still was your own star . Thus and thus only can ye know ...
... bend Your eyes to one particular light , Till it became a friend . And , then , so loved that glistening spot , That , whether it were far Or more or less , it matter'd not- It still was your own star . Thus and thus only can ye know ...
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... bend , The myrtle - yet oh ! call it mine , The flowers I loved to tend . A thought of all things dear Like shadows o'er me sweep ; I leave my sunny childhood here , Oh ! therefore let me weep ! I leave thee , sister ! we have played ...
... bend , The myrtle - yet oh ! call it mine , The flowers I loved to tend . A thought of all things dear Like shadows o'er me sweep ; I leave my sunny childhood here , Oh ! therefore let me weep ! I leave thee , sister ! we have played ...
Términos y frases comunes
adore ANACREON Athené BARRY CORNWALL beauty bend beneath birds BISHOP HORNE bless bloom blossoms blushes bosom bough bower breast breath bright brow Castara charms cheek chidden Chirrup cold crown dark darling buds dear deck Dost doth dreams dwell earth edge of doom eternal fade fair feel fond fragrance garden gentle green HAREBELL HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath hear heart heaven holy hour hues jasmine tree kiss LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS leave thee let me weep light lily lips look love's lovers Mary MARY HOWITT mind morn ne'er neath never night o'er pale PASSION FLOWER perfume purple ragged robins roses round shade SHAKSPEARE shine showers sigh sing smile snow soft SONG soul spring star streams summer Summer's lease sweet tears tender There's thine Thou art thought tree trembling true twas violet voice vows wandering fire wild wind wings woodbine youth
Pasajes populares
Página 105 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Página 22 - 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 25 - TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON 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 68 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Página 75 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Página 118 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Página 8 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 58 - 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.
Página 26 - 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 18 - So come in the evening, or come in the morning : Come when you're looked for, or come without warning : Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you ! Light is my heart since the day we were plighted ; Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted ; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing, " True lovers don't sever !