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... pain Love in pleasure Love in the country Love in the soul Love is like the glass Love is timid ... Love , I will tell thee what it is to love .. Love like an April day Love me little , love me long Love me not for my comely grace Love ...
... pain Love in pleasure Love in the country Love in the soul Love is like the glass Love is timid ... Love , I will tell thee what it is to love .. Love like an April day Love me little , love me long Love me not for my comely grace Love ...
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... pain ... 70 Hark , through the sacred silence of the night 226 Hast thou forgot me ? Thou who hast departed 313 Hast thou seen the dove in the air 388 He never said he loved me ........ He passes by , with cold and heartless gaze He ...
... pain ... 70 Hark , through the sacred silence of the night 226 Hast thou forgot me ? Thou who hast departed 313 Hast thou seen the dove in the air 388 He never said he loved me ........ He passes by , with cold and heartless gaze He ...
Page xxxiv
... pain .... 152 To the sound of timbrels sweet 57 Too late I stay'd , forgive the crime 55 Treading the path to nobler ends ... 488 Trochee trips from long to short .. 617 True love , the gift which God has given 131 ' Twas in a cool ...
... pain .... 152 To the sound of timbrels sweet 57 Too late I stay'd , forgive the crime 55 Treading the path to nobler ends ... 488 Trochee trips from long to short .. 617 True love , the gift which God has given 131 ' Twas in a cool ...
Page xxxv
... pain When Cupid did his grandsire Jove entreat .. When day has smiled a soft farewell When I approach When Love and Hymen both were boys When love , with unconfined wings ... When Loveless married Lady Jenny When lurking love in ambush ...
... pain When Cupid did his grandsire Jove entreat .. When day has smiled a soft farewell When I approach When Love and Hymen both were boys When love , with unconfined wings ... When Loveless married Lady Jenny When lurking love in ambush ...
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... pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain . " " Where is God , that we should fear Him ? " Thus the earth - born Titans say ; " God ! if thou art living , hear us ! " 6 Thus the weak ones pray . ' Thou , the ...
... pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain . " " Where is God , that we should fear Him ? " Thus the earth - born Titans say ; " God ! if thou art living , hear us ! " 6 Thus the weak ones pray . ' Thou , the ...
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angels Barry Cornwall beam beauty beauty's birds bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek Chidden clouds Cupid dark dear death delight doth dream earth eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel flame flowers fond forget gaze gentle glow grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven hope hour Hymen James Hogg kiss lady lassie life's light lips live lonely look love thee love's lover maid maiden Mary meet mind morning N. P. Willis ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure pride pride 26 rapture rose SECTION SECTION OF PAGE shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought thy love tongue Twas voice weep wife wings woman words young youth
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Page 168 - 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.
Page xxxvi - 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.
Page 401 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 3 - When Love with unconfine'd 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.
Page 59 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 312 - 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 302 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Page 348 - Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.
Page 76 - GO, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Page 246 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...