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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... 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 ( George MacDonald ) , ccxci . 215 • 216 • 217 • 218 Drowned ...
... 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 ( George MacDonald ) , ccxci . 215 • 216 • 217 • 218 Drowned ...
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... remember , ' midst your wooing , Love has bliss , but Love has ruing ; Other smiles may make you fickle , Tears for other charms may trickle . Love he comes , and Love he tarries , Just as fate or fancy carries ; Longest stays , when ...
... remember , ' midst your wooing , Love has bliss , but Love has ruing ; Other smiles may make you fickle , Tears for other charms may trickle . Love he comes , and Love he tarries , Just as fate or fancy carries ; Longest stays , when ...
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... remember , ' midst your wooing , Love has bliss , but Love has ruing ; Other smiles may make you fickle , Tears for other charms may trickle . Love he comes , and Love he tarries , Just as fate or fancy carries ; Longest stays , when ...
... remember , ' midst your wooing , Love has bliss , but Love has ruing ; Other smiles may make you fickle , Tears for other charms may trickle . Love he comes , and Love he tarries , Just as fate or fancy carries ; Longest stays , when ...
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... Remember , never to the hill or plain , Valley , or wood , without her cuckoo - strain Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed . Beloved , I , amid the darkness greeted By a doubtful spirit - voice , in that doubt's pain Cry ...
... Remember , never to the hill or plain , Valley , or wood , without her cuckoo - strain Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed . Beloved , I , amid the darkness greeted By a doubtful spirit - voice , in that doubt's pain Cry ...
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... remember that old love of ours , Grown with the dead leaves a departed pain . James Rhoades . CCLXXII . LOVE'S AFTER - YEARS . A GAME AT CHESS . My little love , do you remember , Ere we were grown so sadly wise , Those evenings in the ...
... remember that old love of ours , Grown with the dead leaves a departed pain . James Rhoades . CCLXXII . LOVE'S AFTER - YEARS . A GAME AT CHESS . My little love , do you remember , Ere we were grown so sadly wise , Those evenings in the ...
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adieu Love Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne beauty birds blush bonnie breast breath bright cheek Christina Rossetti cold dead dear DEATH OF LOVE dost doth dream DYING OF UNKINDNESS Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fair fancy flower forget grace hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hour John Leicester Warren kind kiss lady light lips live look love anew LOVE DYING love thee LOVE UPBRAIDING LOVE'S AFTER-YEARS LOVE'S COMPLAINT LOVE'S DESPAIR LOVE'S FAREWELL LOVE'S PRAISES LOVE'S PROTESTATION lover lute lyric maid Matthew Arnold 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 stars sweet tears tell tender thine things Thomas Carew thou art thought thy love true love untrue Love verse weep William Shakespeare wilt wind wing
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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.