Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets: Biographical Sketches of Women Celebrated in Ancient and Modern Poetry |
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... tenderness for woman , either individually or as a sex , which alone can give them value in our eyes . I must leave it then to learned commentators to explore and elucidate the loves of Sappho and An- acreon . To us unlearned women they ...
... tenderness for woman , either individually or as a sex , which alone can give them value in our eyes . I must leave it then to learned commentators to explore and elucidate the loves of Sappho and An- acreon . To us unlearned women they ...
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... tenderness of feeling and delicacy of ex- pression in some of these old Provençal poets , are the more touching , when we recollect that the writers were sometimes kings and princes , and often knights and warriors , famed for their ...
... tenderness of feeling and delicacy of ex- pression in some of these old Provençal poets , are the more touching , when we recollect that the writers were sometimes kings and princes , and often knights and warriors , famed for their ...
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... tenderness of the sentiment . Irrité dolent partirai Si ne vois cet amour de loin , Et ne sais quand je le verrai Car sont par trop nos terres loin . Dieu , qui toutes choses as fait Et formas cet amour si loin , Donne force à mon cœur ...
... tenderness of the sentiment . Irrité dolent partirai Si ne vois cet amour de loin , Et ne sais quand je le verrai Car sont par trop nos terres loin . Dieu , qui toutes choses as fait Et formas cet amour si loin , Donne force à mon cœur ...
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... tenderness and chivalrous gallantry . He first celebrated Elinor Plantagenet , the sister of his friend and brother in arms and song , Rich- ard Cœur de Lion ; and we are expressly told that Richard was proud of the poetical homage ren ...
... tenderness and chivalrous gallantry . He first celebrated Elinor Plantagenet , the sister of his friend and brother in arms and song , Rich- ard Cœur de Lion ; and we are expressly told that Richard was proud of the poetical homage ren ...
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... tenderness ; -barbarism and re- finement ; —treachery and fidelity - which remind one of that heterogeneous mass tossed up by a stormy ocean ; heaps of pearls , unvalued gems , wedges of gold , mingled with dead men's bones , and all ...
... tenderness ; -barbarism and re- finement ; —treachery and fidelity - which remind one of that heterogeneous mass tossed up by a stormy ocean ; heaps of pearls , unvalued gems , wedges of gold , mingled with dead men's bones , and all ...
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Page 188 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell 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.
Page 502 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 253 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know • Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best: All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded ; Wisdom in discourse with her Loses discountenanc'd, and like Folly shows...
Page 185 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Page 268 - ASK me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Page 391 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 188 - ... 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, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 178 - And blesses her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheeks, And the pure snow with goodly vermeil stain, Like crimson dyed in grain...
Page 417 - Yet empty of all good, wherein consists Woman's domestic honour and chief praise; Bred only and completed to the taste Of lustful appetence, to sing, to dance, To dress, and troll the tongue, and roll the eye...
Page 428 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day ; To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way : They were but my visits, but thou art my home.