Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with notes, by W.D. Adams, Issue 651H.S. King & Company, 1874 - 252 pages |
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... Death ( Thomas Lovell Beddoes ) , cclxxxi . 209 LOVE DYING OF UNKINDNESS : Slain by a Maid ( William Shakespeare ) , cclxxxii . Love prepared to die ( Beaumont and Fletcher ) , cclxxxiii . 209 . 210 PAGE LOVE DYING OF UNKINDNESS ...
... Death ( Thomas Lovell Beddoes ) , cclxxxi . 209 LOVE DYING OF UNKINDNESS : Slain by a Maid ( William Shakespeare ) , cclxxxii . Love prepared to die ( Beaumont and Fletcher ) , cclxxxiii . 209 . 210 PAGE LOVE DYING OF UNKINDNESS ...
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... Death ( Algernon Charles Swinburne ) , cclxxxviii . . Remember ( Christina Rossetti ) , cclxxxix . Sweet Love , Sweet Death ( Alfred Tennyson ) , CCXC .. THE DEATH OF LOVE : • 211 211 · 212 • 212 · 213 214 . 215 A Glory left behind ...
... Death ( Algernon Charles Swinburne ) , cclxxxviii . . Remember ( Christina Rossetti ) , cclxxxix . Sweet Love , Sweet Death ( Alfred Tennyson ) , CCXC .. THE DEATH OF LOVE : • 211 211 · 212 • 212 · 213 214 . 215 A Glory left behind ...
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... death , As hopeless as the flowers beneath The weariness of unkissed feet : No life was bitter then , nor sweet . Therefore , O Venus , well may we Praise the green ridges of the sea , O'er which , upon a happy day , Thou cam'st to take ...
... death , As hopeless as the flowers beneath The weariness of unkissed feet : No life was bitter then , nor sweet . Therefore , O Venus , well may we Praise the green ridges of the sea , O'er which , upon a happy day , Thou cam'st to take ...
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... death . Love and Time with reverence use ; Treat them like a parting friend : Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send ; For each year their price is more , And they less simple than before . Love , like spring ...
... death . Love and Time with reverence use ; Treat them like a parting friend : Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send ; For each year their price is more , And they less simple than before . Love , like spring ...
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... death's conquerors yet , And love to you should be eternity How quick soever might the days go by : Yes , ye are made immortal on the day Ye cease the dusty grains of time to weigh . Thou hearkenest , love ? O make no semblance then 22 ...
... death's conquerors yet , And love to you should be eternity How quick soever might the days go by : Yes , ye are made immortal on the day Ye cease the dusty grains of time to weigh . Thou hearkenest , love ? O make no semblance then 22 ...
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adieu Love Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne beauty birds blush bonnie breast breath bright brow cheek Christina Rossetti cold Crown 8vo dead dear delight dost doth dream DYING OF UNKINDNESS Edmund Waller Elizabeth Barrett Browning fair fancy fear flower forget grace hear heaven Heigh-ho hour John Leicester Warren kind kiss lady light lips live look love anew love thee love true LOVE'S AFTER-YEARS LOVE'S DESPAIR LOVE'S FAREWELL LOVE'S PETITION LOVE'S PRAISES LOVE'S PROTESTATION lover lute lyric maid mind ne'er never night o'er pain Percy Bysshe Shelley poem Robert Herrick rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge sigh silent sing Sir John Suckling smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul star sweet tears tell tender things Thomas Carew thou art Thou lov'st amiss Thou must begin thought thy love true love untrue Love verse weep William Shakespeare wind wings
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Page 46 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Page 77 - 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 90 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 199 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 198 - 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 112 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 104 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost...
Page 140 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
Page 12 - 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 162 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.