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... feeling expressed never be crude or exuberant . The style not be too elevated nor the thoughts to found . Robert Browning once said th did not intend his poetry to be a substitu a cigar . These versifiers writers like and Gay , Praed ...
... feeling expressed never be crude or exuberant . The style not be too elevated nor the thoughts to found . Robert Browning once said th did not intend his poetry to be a substitu a cigar . These versifiers writers like and Gay , Praed ...
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... feel ) Love a little queerly , I'm as true as steel . Love me , swear to love me ( As , you know , they do ) By yon heaven above me And its changeless blue . Love me , lady , dearly , If you'll be so good ; LOVE Though I don't see ...
... feel ) Love a little queerly , I'm as true as steel . Love me , swear to love me ( As , you know , they do ) By yon heaven above me And its changeless blue . Love me , lady , dearly , If you'll be so good ; LOVE Though I don't see ...
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... feeling , once in it , Like a streamlet beginning to freeze , hough it cannot turn ice in a minute , Grows harder by sudden degrees : ' ime treads o'er the graves of affection ; Sweet honey is turned into gall ; ' erhaps you have no ...
... feeling , once in it , Like a streamlet beginning to freeze , hough it cannot turn ice in a minute , Grows harder by sudden degrees : ' ime treads o'er the graves of affection ; Sweet honey is turned into gall ; ' erhaps you have no ...
Page 93
... you , O my sweet , By the bodice trim and neat , Just to feel your heart abeat , Like a bird . - Yet , alas ! Love's light you deign But to wear As the dew upon your plumes , And you care Not a whit for rest or hush ; But the 93.
... you , O my sweet , By the bodice trim and neat , Just to feel your heart abeat , Like a bird . - Yet , alas ! Love's light you deign But to wear As the dew upon your plumes , And you care Not a whit for rest or hush ; But the 93.
Page 100
... feeling lingers ; Because I think your heart has cords That vibrate to your fingers . Because you've got those long , soft curls , I've sworn should deck my goddess ; BECAUSE Because you're not , like other girls , All 100.
... feeling lingers ; Because I think your heart has cords That vibrate to your fingers . Because you've got those long , soft curls , I've sworn should deck my goddess ; BECAUSE Because you're not , like other girls , All 100.
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Page 167 - 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 267 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 268 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Page 85 - HAD we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find : I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Page 12 - For while she makes her silk-worms beds With all the tender things I swear, Whilst all the house my passion reads In papers round her baby's hair, She may receive and own my flame; For though the strictest prudes should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet.
Page 86 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page 207 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 254 - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, .as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
Page 87 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Thorough the iron gates of life ; Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Page 266 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.