For Love's Sweet Sake: Selected Poems of Love in All MoodsGeorge Hembert Westley |
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... seem to mean so much As when they're uttered fondly near , In trembling tones , " I love you , dear . " " I love you , dear . ” No night so dark , no day so long But hope brings comfort to the heart , If only " some one " standeth near ...
... seem to mean so much As when they're uttered fondly near , In trembling tones , " I love you , dear . " " I love you , dear . ” No night so dark , no day so long But hope brings comfort to the heart , If only " some one " standeth near ...
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... seems high , And when she's past , ' tis night ! HAMILTON AIDÉ SHE IS SO PRETTY HE is so pretty , the girl I love , SHE Her eyes are tender and deep and blue As the summer night in the skies above , As violets seen through a mist of dew ...
... seems high , And when she's past , ' tis night ! HAMILTON AIDÉ SHE IS SO PRETTY HE is so pretty , the girl I love , SHE Her eyes are tender and deep and blue As the summer night in the skies above , As violets seen through a mist of dew ...
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... seems to draw my heart to thine ; Thy voice and look my fears disarm , And tell me thou art only mine . I love thee ; not for wealth or fame- No worldly wish holds thought of thee ; And since thy heart reveals the same , How bright with ...
... seems to draw my heart to thine ; Thy voice and look my fears disarm , And tell me thou art only mine . I love thee ; not for wealth or fame- No worldly wish holds thought of thee ; And since thy heart reveals the same , How bright with ...
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... seems an idle thing - With tireless feet , with tireless feet Dance on , dance on ! I love you , sweet . How shall I whisper , dear , another word ? Do I not hold you , breathing breast to breast ? My heart has naught to say yours has ...
... seems an idle thing - With tireless feet , with tireless feet Dance on , dance on ! I love you , sweet . How shall I whisper , dear , another word ? Do I not hold you , breathing breast to breast ? My heart has naught to say yours has ...
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... seem'st to be — Since I some day must sigh for something new And each day thou for life's monotony , Prithee , stay here ere yet we grow too fond , And let me pass a little bit beyond . From Macmillan COMEDY HEY parted , with clasps of ...
... seem'st to be — Since I some day must sigh for something new And each day thou for life's monotony , Prithee , stay here ere yet we grow too fond , And let me pass a little bit beyond . From Macmillan COMEDY HEY parted , with clasps of ...
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For Love's Sweet Sake: Selected Poems of Love in All Moods (Classic Reprint) George H. Westley No preview available - 2018 |
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beauty bliss blossom breast breath bright charm clasp CLEMENT SCOTT cold dark darling dearest deep doth dream eyes F. W. BOURDILLON face fair farewell fate fear feel flowers forever forget G. H. WESTLEY GERALD MASSEY give golden good-by H. C. BEECHING Hamilton Aïdé hand happy Hast thou forgotten hath hear heaven Helen Hunt Jackson hope J. B. B. NICHOLS JOHN ADCOCK JOHN WILBYE kiss life's light lips live lonely look love thee LOVE'S SWEET SAKE Mary Berri Chapman MARY COWDEN CLARKE meet memory never night o'er OWEN MEREDITH pain passion pity regret RICHARD JAGO rose shine sigh sings smile song sorrow soul stars sweetheart tears tell tender thine things THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS thou art thou hast thou wert thought thy bride thy heart to-day to-night touch true voice wait weary weep whisper words
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Page 79 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange: Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Page 16 - Our love was like most other loves — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And " Fly Not Yet " upon the river ; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows ; and then we parted.
Page 50 - Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you ; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you ; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving ; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving ! A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS.
Page 85 - THE night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Page 106 - Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues and have no thought Each of the other's being, and no heed. And these, o'er unknown seas, to unknown lands Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death; And all unconsciously shape every act And bend each wandering step to this one end — That, one day, out of darkness they shall meet And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.
Page 136 - FORGET thee?" — If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day, If all the worship, deep and wild, a poet's heart can pay, If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven's protecting power, If winged thoughts that flit to thee — a thousand in an hour, If busy Fancy blending thee with all my future lot, — If this thou call'st " forgetting," thou indeed shalt be forgot ! "Forget thee?
Page 136 - Forget thee? Bid the forest birds forget their sweetest tune. Forget thee? Bid the sea forget to swell beneath the moon ; Bid the thirsty flowers forget to drink the eve's refreshing dew ; Thyself forget thine own "dear land...
Page 51 - And silver white the river gleams, As if Diana, in her dreams, Had dropt her silver bow Upon the meadows low. On such a tranquil night as this, She woke Endymion with a kiss, When sleeping in the grove, He dreamed not of her love. Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, Love gives itself, but is not bought; Nor voice, nor sound betrays Its deep, impassioned gaze.
Page 70 - And in the dearest passage of a song. Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright; But it must never, never come in sight ; I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
Page 44 - When stars are in the quiet skies, Then most I pine for thee ; Bend on me, then, thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea...