A Love Gift for ...George Bell, 1841 - Love poetry |
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... wings ; He takes his window for the east ; And to implore your light , he sings , Awake , awake , the morn will never rise , Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the ...
... wings ; He takes his window for the east ; And to implore your light , he sings , Awake , awake , the morn will never rise , Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the ...
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... the strings , Muffling to death the pathos with his wings ; And , ever and anon , uprose to look At the youth's slumber ; while another took A willow bough , distilling odorous dew , And shook 16 Adonis Sleeping KEATS.
... the strings , Muffling to death the pathos with his wings ; And , ever and anon , uprose to look At the youth's slumber ; while another took A willow bough , distilling odorous dew , And shook 16 Adonis Sleeping KEATS.
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... wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest . Strike I my lute - he tunes the string , He music plays if ...
... wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest . Strike I my lute - he tunes the string , He music plays if ...
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... wing of some calme breath- ing winde That playes amidst the plaine , If by the favour of propitious starres you gaine Such grace as in my ladie's bosom place to find , Be proud to touch those places ! And when her warmth your moysture ...
... wing of some calme breath- ing winde That playes amidst the plaine , If by the favour of propitious starres you gaine Such grace as in my ladie's bosom place to find , Be proud to touch those places ! And when her warmth your moysture ...
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... wings , and flies away , While sorrow , once received , will stay The soul's sad guest for ever . H. NEELE . LOVE CONCEALED . YET ' tis said She kept it to her death ; -that , oft as love Would heave the struggling passion to her lips ...
... wings , and flies away , While sorrow , once received , will stay The soul's sad guest for ever . H. NEELE . LOVE CONCEALED . YET ' tis said She kept it to her death ; -that , oft as love Would heave the struggling passion to her lips ...
Common terms and phrases
A. A. WATTS Adonis ANACREON BARRY CORNWALL beds of roses BEN JONSON beneath bloom blush bosom breast breath bright brow BULWER CANZONET charms cheek crest Cupid dear device death delight divine doth e'en earth eyes fair fear flame flowers fragrant gaze gentle glow hair hath heaven hour J. S. KNOWLES Kate of Aberdeen kiss LANDON light live look lost to sight LOVE ETERNAL Love's lover lute maid MELEAGER morn mourn mournful girl MUNROE nature's ne'er night NYMPH'S o'er pale passion perfume pleasure Prethee RALEIGH rapture remembrance of Thee roses rosy seal SHAKSPERE sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring star STRANGFORD summer sweet remembrance SWEET Violets T. B. SMITH tears tell thine thou thought thy beauty thy heart thy love thy truth relying tresses VENUS AND ADONIS violets wanton watchful night wear woman Young love young sinner youth
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Page 49 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 21 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 33 - These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. 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 whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The...
Page 71 - 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 34 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 54 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
Page 43 - On a Girdle That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair! Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round!
Page 49 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Page 32 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Page 16 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements