The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 páginas |
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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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... give love a place in my bosom , know that it was not written for myself ( or perhaps it might have been better ) , but at the request of a poor lover , who , being for a while in anger with his lady , and now unable to hold out longer ...
... give love a place in my bosom , know that it was not written for myself ( or perhaps it might have been better ) , but at the request of a poor lover , who , being for a while in anger with his lady , and now unable to hold out longer ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anne Boleyn Anthony à Wood birds blush breast breath bright CASTARA chaste cheeks cruel Cupid dear death delight desire disdain Donne dost doth England's Helicon face fair Falero favour fear Ferrara fire flame flowers give glory grace grief hair happy hast hath hear heaven honour hope JOHN DONNE kiss lady 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 o'er pain passion Petrarch Phillis pity poems poet praise Queen RAPE OF LUCRECE RICHARD LOVELACE rose SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring stars Stella Surrey sweet Swift Tasso tears tell thine eyes thought thy beauty thy heart true unto VENUS AND ADONIS verse vows weep Whilst wife wind youth
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Página 75 - 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 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 115 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 472 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay : "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
Página 97 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Página 420 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
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 323 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 223 - 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 95 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...