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... light manner a grave matter in the lere of love A song to a fair young lady going out of town in spring .. A sweet contention between love , his mistress , and beauty ...... N. Breton 374 4 valediction From the French of Victor Hugo 458 ...
... light manner a grave matter in the lere of love A song to a fair young lady going out of town in spring .. A sweet contention between love , his mistress , and beauty ...... N. Breton 374 4 valediction From the French of Victor Hugo 458 ...
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... light .. A maiden sat by a river side ... A man that's neither high nor low .. A mariner I am of love . A restless lover I espied .. A spring o'erhung with many a flower A wanton chaos in my breast raged high . A weary lot of thine ...
... light .. A maiden sat by a river side ... A man that's neither high nor low .. A mariner I am of love . A restless lover I espied .. A spring o'erhung with many a flower A wanton chaos in my breast raged high . A weary lot of thine ...
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... light It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood It was of old in the elfin day It was no fancy , he had named the name Jubilate , I am loved Kitty's dreaming voice and face Know , Celia , since thou art so proud .. Know ye the fair one ...
... light It was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood It was of old in the elfin day It was no fancy , he had named the name Jubilate , I am loved Kitty's dreaming voice and face Know , Celia , since thou art so proud .. Know ye the fair one ...
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... light She loves him yet ..... 133 609 250 310 She passed up the aisle on the arm of her site . 61 She stood in her touching loveliness 26 She that is fair , though never vain or proud 360 She walks in beauty like the night .... 81 She ...
... light She loves him yet ..... 133 609 250 310 She passed up the aisle on the arm of her site . 61 She stood in her touching loveliness 26 She that is fair , though never vain or proud 360 She walks in beauty like the night .... 81 She ...
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... light may fall on me . Come , starry Eve , demure and gray , Now is the hour when maidens woo ; Come shake o'er wood , and bank , and brae Thy tresses moist with balmy dew : Thy dew ne'er dropt on flower or tree , So lovely or so sweet ...
... light may fall on me . Come , starry Eve , demure and gray , Now is the hour when maidens woo ; Come shake o'er wood , and bank , and brae Thy tresses moist with balmy dew : Thy dew ne'er dropt on flower or tree , So lovely or so sweet ...
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angels Barry Cornwall beam beauty beauty's birds bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek Chidden clouds Cupid dark dear death delight doth dream earth eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel flame flowers fond forget gaze gentle glow grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven hope hour Hymen James Hogg kiss lady lassie life's light lips live lonely look love thee love's lover maid maiden Mary meet mind morning N. P. Willis ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure pride pride 26 rapture rose SECTION SECTION OF PAGE shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought thy love tongue Twas voice weep wife wings woman words young youth
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Page 168 - 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 xxxvi - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 401 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 3 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Page 59 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 312 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 302 - 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. O, if...
Page 348 - Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.
Page 76 - GO, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Page 246 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...