The Pleasures of Love: Being Amatory Poems, Band 806J. Cundee, 1806 - 188 Seiten |
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... gay too soon the flowers of Spring will fade . What gales of fragrance scent the vernal air ! Hills , dales , and woods their loveliest mantles wear Who knows what cares await that fatal day , When ruder gusts shall banish gentle May ...
... gay too soon the flowers of Spring will fade . What gales of fragrance scent the vernal air ! Hills , dales , and woods their loveliest mantles wear Who knows what cares await that fatal day , When ruder gusts shall banish gentle May ...
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... too sweet to last . " So blooms the rose , and so the blushing maid ! Be gay too soon the flowers of Spring will fade . The plants no more are dried , the meadows dead , No more the rose - bud hangs her pensive head : The shrubs revive ...
... too sweet to last . " So blooms the rose , and so the blushing maid ! Be gay too soon the flowers of Spring will fade . The plants no more are dried , the meadows dead , No more the rose - bud hangs her pensive head : The shrubs revive ...
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... gay too soon the flow'rs of Spring will fade . May this rude lay from age to age remain , A true memorial of this lovely train . Come , charming maid , and hear thy poet sing , Thyself the rose , and he the bird of Spring : Love bids ...
... gay too soon the flow'rs of Spring will fade . May this rude lay from age to age remain , A true memorial of this lovely train . Come , charming maid , and hear thy poet sing , Thyself the rose , and he the bird of Spring : Love bids ...
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... TO IOLA . FROM METASTASIO . OH ! let us love , my charming fair , Oh let us love ! --- Time hastes away →→ Less swift the dart through liquid air To pierce the panther cleaves its way . Too soon ... gay verdure 64 PLEASURES OF LOVE . 63.
... TO IOLA . FROM METASTASIO . OH ! let us love , my charming fair , Oh let us love ! --- Time hastes away →→ Less swift the dart through liquid air To pierce the panther cleaves its way . Too soon ... gay verdure 64 PLEASURES OF LOVE . 63.
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... gay hopes elate , In yon poor flower's early fate Dear Laura see thy own- The lily of that swelling breast , Those smiles , too sweet to be exprest , Will soon , too soon be flown . Let pity beaming in thine eyes Bid my fond heart ...
... gay hopes elate , In yon poor flower's early fate Dear Laura see thy own- The lily of that swelling breast , Those smiles , too sweet to be exprest , Will soon , too soon be flown . Let pity beaming in thine eyes Bid my fond heart ...
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ACHMED ARDEBEILI ALEPPO amorous anguish arms azure beams beamy beauteous beauty birds blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright Bright waving CASTARA CEPHALUS confest Cupid dart dear Deidamia delight dewy display'd e'er Ev'n fair fancy fate fear flow flowers of Spring fond frown gale gay too soon gentle glowing grace grief grove HAFIZ hair haste heart Hide kiss Laura lip's Love's lover lustre lyre melting murmuring ne'er will love night NOSEGAY nymph o'er pale panting passion pleasure prest Prithee Procris rapture rose rosy round SAPPHO scent SELIMA shade shew shining sigh sing smile snow snowy soft SONG soon the flowers soul Spring will fade stream swain sweet sweeter tear tender thee thine eye thou thro thy charms thy cheek thy lips trembling tresses twas Venus virgin train wanton waves wing Yarrow youth zephyr
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Seite 184 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Seite 171 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Seite 175 - 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. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Seite 178 - I'll seek him in your bonnet brave ; I'll seek him in your eyes ; Nay, now I think they've made his grave I' th' bed of strawberries. I'll seek him there ; I know, ere this, The cold, cold earth doth shake him ; But I will go, or send a kiss By you, sir, to awake him. Pray hurt him not ; though he be dead, He knows well who do love him ; And who with green turfs rear his head, And who do rudely move him.
Seite 140 - The green-wood path to meet her brother; They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow. No longer from thy window look — Thou hast no son, thou tender mother! No longer walk, thou lovely maid; Alas, thou hast no more a brother! . No longer seek him east or west And search no more the forest thorough; For, wandering in the night so dark, He fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow.
Seite 164 - I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee : But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
Seite 151 - MY dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me; When with love's resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me. But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart...
Seite 18 - Go boldly forth, my simple lay ; Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung : Thy notes are sweet the damsels say ; But, oh ! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung.
Seite 180 - Phoenix' urn and nest. Fear not your ships, Nor any to oppose you save our lips, But come on shore, Where no joy dies till love hath gotten more. For swelling waves, our panting breasts, Where never storms arise, Exchange ; and be awhile our guests : For stars gaze on our eyes. The compass Love shall hourly sing, And, as he goes about the ring, We will not miss To tell each point he nameth with a kiss : THE CHARM.
Seite 116 - In every heavenly feature smil'd, And ask'd what new complaints I made, And why I call'd you to my aid ? What frenzy in my bosom rag'd, And by what cure to be assuag'd ? What gentle youth I would allure, Whom in my...