For Love's Sweet Sake: Selected Poems of Love in All MoodsGeorge Hembert Westley |
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... sing ? Surely from me ' tis a senseless strain , She is so pretty , and I am so plain ! She is pretty , so sweet and dear There's many a lover who loves her well ; I may not hope , I can only fear , --- Yet shall I venture my love to ...
... sing ? Surely from me ' tis a senseless strain , She is so pretty , and I am so plain ! She is pretty , so sweet and dear There's many a lover who loves her well ; I may not hope , I can only fear , --- Yet shall I venture my love to ...
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... sings : " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " I know not what his name may be , I only know he pleases me , - As loud he sings — and thus sings he- " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " I've heard him sing on soft spring days ...
... sings : " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " I know not what his name may be , I only know he pleases me , - As loud he sings — and thus sings he- " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " I've heard him sing on soft spring days ...
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... sings on — and sings of you - " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " What need of other words than these : " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " If I should sing the whole year long , My love would not be shown more strong ...
... sings on — and sings of you - " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " What need of other words than these : " Sweetheart ! sweetheart ! sweetheart ! " If I should sing the whole year long , My love would not be shown more strong ...
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... sing to thee Were I thy bride ! A feather's press Were leaden heaviness To my caress — Ah , love , how sweet ' twould be Were I thy bride ! Old Song MY AT THE DANCE queen is tired and craves surcease Of twanging string and clamorous ...
... sing to thee Were I thy bride ! A feather's press Were leaden heaviness To my caress — Ah , love , how sweet ' twould be Were I thy bride ! Old Song MY AT THE DANCE queen is tired and craves surcease Of twanging string and clamorous ...
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... And some when skies are gray . Love comes to some with smiling eyes , And comes with tears to some ; For some Love sings , for some Love sighs , For some Love's lips are dumb . How will you come to me , fair Love ? 76.
... And some when skies are gray . Love comes to some with smiling eyes , And comes with tears to some ; For some Love sings , for some Love sighs , For some Love's lips are dumb . How will you come to me , fair Love ? 76.
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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 |
For Love's Sweet Sake: Selected Poems of Love in All Moods George Hembert Westley No preview available - 2009 |
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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...