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A Book of English Love Poems: Chosen Out of Poets From Wyatt to Arnold ... Edward Hutton No preview available - 2017 |
A Book of English Love Poems: Chosen Out of Poets from Wyatt to Arnold Edward Hutton No preview available - 2016 |
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answer arms awake beauty birds blush Book bosom break breast breath bright bring brow cheek comes dark dead dear death delight desire doth dream echo ring ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers gentle give golden grace grow hair hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hope hour John keep kind kiss lady leave light lips live look Love's lover maid meet mind morning move never night once pain play pleasure praise rest Robert rose shine sigh sight sing sleep smiles soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring stars stay sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thou art thought true unto verse voice winds wings wish woods
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Page 150 - The floating clouds their state. shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 50 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 107 - 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. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 52 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 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.
Page 178 - 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.
Page 185 - 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 49 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
Page 75 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 12 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm : for love is strong as death : jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.