A Little Treasury of Love Poems, from Chaucer to Dylan Thomas |
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Gold and gleaming the empty streets , Gold and gleaming the misty lake , The mirrored lights like sunken swords , Glimmer and shake . Oh , is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me ? My throat should ache with praise , and I ...
Gold and gleaming the empty streets , Gold and gleaming the misty lake , The mirrored lights like sunken swords , Glimmer and shake . Oh , is it not enough to be Here with this beauty over me ? My throat should ache with praise , and I ...
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GEORGE GORDON , Lord Byron CLEOPATRA THE barge she sat in , like a burnish'd throne , Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold , Purple the sails , and so perfumed , that The winds were love - sick with them , the oars were silver ...
GEORGE GORDON , Lord Byron CLEOPATRA THE barge she sat in , like a burnish'd throne , Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold , Purple the sails , and so perfumed , that The winds were love - sick with them , the oars were silver ...
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What guile is this , that those her golden tresses She doth attire under a net of gold ; And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses , That which is gold or hair , may scarce be told ? Is it that men's frail eyes , which gaze too bold ...
What guile is this , that those her golden tresses She doth attire under a net of gold ; And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses , That which is gold or hair , may scarce be told ? Is it that men's frail eyes , which gaze too bold ...
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Contents
SONG | 7 |
GO LOVELY ROSE Edmund Waller | 8 |
THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES F W Bourdillon | 14 |
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