Poems of Love from the Best AuthorsE.P. Dutton, 1893 |
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... smile , so sweet and cold , Like a wood - anemone cloud below The shade of an ilex root . And her delicate , milk - white hand in mine , And her pensive voice in my ear , And her eyes downcast as we speak . I am filled with a rapture ...
... smile , so sweet and cold , Like a wood - anemone cloud below The shade of an ilex root . And her delicate , milk - white hand in mine , And her pensive voice in my ear , And her eyes downcast as we speak . I am filled with a rapture ...
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... smile , " How happy must be her lover ! " I stepped slowly across the flagstones wet , When she said , without blush or flurry , " Your pony can't surely be waiting yet , And why need you be in a hurry ? " So I carried the pail to the ...
... smile , " How happy must be her lover ! " I stepped slowly across the flagstones wet , When she said , without blush or flurry , " Your pony can't surely be waiting yet , And why need you be in a hurry ? " So I carried the pail to the ...
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... smiles and her wiles , she could work like a glass Of sparkling champagne On these men , poor fools ! For her voice it was low , And soft as the coo of a dove . Ah , you know ! And the way of it was , I had promised to marry , to marry ...
... smiles and her wiles , she could work like a glass Of sparkling champagne On these men , poor fools ! For her voice it was low , And soft as the coo of a dove . Ah , you know ! And the way of it was , I had promised to marry , to marry ...
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... smiles , and fondly believed Her , the minx ! Oh , it's scandalous ! What did she do , Emma Hayes ? Why she married my lover herself in three days ! And took my trousseau ? I should say so ! Indeed , the seraph - eyed thief Stole man ...
... smiles , and fondly believed Her , the minx ! Oh , it's scandalous ! What did she do , Emma Hayes ? Why she married my lover herself in three days ! And took my trousseau ? I should say so ! Indeed , the seraph - eyed thief Stole man ...
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... smile so sweetly On a thing that cannot see ? If you must smile , smile this way , I will bear it as I may . Ah , the rosebud fingers flitting Swift about the colored ball ! How my heart beats time while sitting ! Still I try to bear it ...
... smile so sweetly On a thing that cannot see ? If you must smile , smile this way , I will bear it as I may . Ah , the rosebud fingers flitting Swift about the colored ball ! How my heart beats time while sitting ! Still I try to bear it ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aimer ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE arms beauty Beware bliss blush bonnie bosom breast breath bride bright brow c'est à vivre CARINOSAS cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE clasp Cupid darling dead dear death doth Douglas dream ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fingers flowers Forever thine forget girl glory golden gone hair hair-my pet hand hath hear heard heart heaven I-am left kiss knew lass lassie light lips live Lochinvar look LORD BYRON love thee Love's lover sang maiden ne'er Netherby never night o'er pain passion R. D. BLACKMORE Robin Adair rose SAMUEL DANIEL SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Say nay shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell tender There's thing THOMAS MOORE thought touch trot true Twas untrue Love wee wife weep whisper wilt thou leave wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED woman words ye're young
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Página 46 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 67 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, Thy Coral clasps and Amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee, and be thy love.
Página 206 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Página 47 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ! And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Página 66 - 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 76 - 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. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Página 197 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 49 - 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 77 - All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistingnishable throng.
Página 113 - 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.