Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with notes, by W.D. Adams, Issue 651H.S. King & Company, 1874 - 252 pages |
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... Turn thy grey eyes away from eyes of men , With hands down - dropped , that tremble with thy bliss , With hidden eyes , take thy first lover's kiss ; Call this eternity which is to - day , Nor dream that this our love can pass away ...
... Turn thy grey eyes away from eyes of men , With hands down - dropped , that tremble with thy bliss , With hidden eyes , take thy first lover's kiss ; Call this eternity which is to - day , Nor dream that this our love can pass away ...
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... TURN I my looks unto the skies , Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes ; If so I gaze upon the ground , Love then in every flower is found ; Search I the shade to fly my pain , Love meets me in the shade again ; Want I to walk in secret ...
... TURN I my looks unto the skies , Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes ; If so I gaze upon the ground , Love then in every flower is found ; Search I the shade to fly my pain , Love meets me in the shade again ; Want I to walk in secret ...
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... turn aside ? -Alas ! Let them lie . Suppose they die ? The chance was they might take her eye . Now many a month I strove to suit These stubborn fingers to the lute ! To - day I venture all I know : She will not hear my music ? So ...
... turn aside ? -Alas ! Let them lie . Suppose they die ? The chance was they might take her eye . Now many a month I strove to suit These stubborn fingers to the lute ! To - day I venture all I know : She will not hear my music ? So ...
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... turn to ill , So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye , And love me still , but know not why- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anonymous . CXXV . LOVE UNREASONING . NOT HOW , NOR WHY ...
... turn to ill , So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye , And love me still , but know not why- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anonymous . CXXV . LOVE UNREASONING . NOT HOW , NOR WHY ...
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... turn to Peace , And Love relent in deep disdain , And Death his fatal stroke shall cease , And Envy pity every pain , And Pleasure mourn , and Sorrow smile , Before I talk of any guile . First Time shall slay his slayless race , And ...
... turn to Peace , And Love relent in deep disdain , And Death his fatal stroke shall cease , And Envy pity every pain , And Pleasure mourn , and Sorrow smile , Before I talk of any guile . First Time shall slay his slayless race , And ...
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adieu Love Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne beauty birds blush bonnie breast breath bright brow cheek Christina Rossetti cold Crown 8vo dead dear delight dost doth dream DYING OF UNKINDNESS Edmund Waller Elizabeth Barrett Browning fair fancy fear flower forget grace hear heaven Heigh-ho hour John Leicester Warren kind kiss lady light lips live look love anew love thee love true LOVE'S AFTER-YEARS LOVE'S DESPAIR LOVE'S FAREWELL LOVE'S PETITION LOVE'S PRAISES LOVE'S PROTESTATION lover lute lyric maid mind ne'er never night o'er pain Percy Bysshe Shelley poem Robert Herrick rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge sigh silent sing Sir John Suckling smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul star sweet tears tell tender things Thomas Carew thou art Thou lov'st amiss Thou must begin thought thy love true love untrue Love verse weep William Shakespeare wind wings
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Page 46 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Page 77 - 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 90 - 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 honor more.
Page 199 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 198 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 112 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 104 - 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...
Page 140 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
Page 12 - 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 162 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.