Love PoemsH. Milford, 1914 - 128 páginas |
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... looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark , 7 30 5 Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . ΤΟ Love ' s not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass ...
... looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark , 7 30 5 Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . ΤΟ Love ' s not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass ...
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... look she stepped- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled to me and wept . She half enclosed me with her arms , She pressed me with a meek embrace ; And bending back her head , looked And gazed upon my face . ' Twas partly love , and ...
... look she stepped- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled to me and wept . She half enclosed me with her arms , She pressed me with a meek embrace ; And bending back her head , looked And gazed upon my face . ' Twas partly love , and ...
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Robert Maynard Leonard. CAMPION Which , when her lovely laughter shows , They look like rosebuds filled with snow . Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy , Till Cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Her eyes like angels watch them still ; Her ...
Robert Maynard Leonard. CAMPION Which , when her lovely laughter shows , They look like rosebuds filled with snow . Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy , Till Cherry - ripe themselves do cry . Her eyes like angels watch them still ; Her ...
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... look on her eyes , they do light All that love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright ΙΟ As love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother 15 Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched ...
... look on her eyes , they do light All that love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright ΙΟ As love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother 15 Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched ...
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... 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 . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope that ...
... 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 . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope that ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore Aganippe amid awake beauty beauty's birds Blackmwore bonnie Doon bosom breast breath bright brow buds BURNS Campaspe CAMPION Catullus Celia cheek cold COLERIDGE D. G. ROSSETTI dear death delight DONNE doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth face fair Samela flowers flying FOLLOW THY FAIR grace hair hath my heart heaven HERRICK hope JONSON kiss lady lassie Lesbia let thee go light lips live look LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee Love's Love's Labour's Lost lover maid maïdens MISTRESS ne'er never night o'er P. B. SHELLEY pale pity poems Poet Laureate praise pretty proud S. T. COLERIDGE Sappho scorn SHAKESPEARE sighs sing sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul spring stars Stour Swallow sweet and fair tell thine eyes Thou art thought thy fair sun thy love tress true love hath Twas W. S. LANDOR wanton wind youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Página 80 - To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime; We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Should'st rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine...
Página 114 - 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 119 - 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 56 - 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 24 - Her lips suck forth my soul! See where it flies; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Página 32 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Página 47 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 46 - THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.
Página 29 - 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 68 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.