Lyric Love: An AnthologyWilliam Watson Macmillan and Company, 1892 - 238 páginas |
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... live , whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber , dark and deep , I should not weep , I should not weep ! It were enough to feel , to see , Thy LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 21 George, Lord Byron -("When passion's trance is overpast")
... live , whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber , dark and deep , I should not weep , I should not weep ! It were enough to feel , to see , Thy LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 21 George, Lord Byron -("When passion's trance is overpast")
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... live to see the past forgot , If not forgiven . Yet stay to bless . See , I came to curse , I know not which is worse . WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT . XXIII WALY , WALY O WALY , waly , up the bank , O waly , waly , doun the brae , And waly ...
... live to see the past forgot , If not forgiven . Yet stay to bless . See , I came to curse , I know not which is worse . WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT . XXIII WALY , WALY O WALY , waly , up the bank , O waly , waly , doun the brae , And waly ...
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... lives are thrown From the twin soul which halves their own . And sometimes , by still harder fate , The lovers meet , but meet too late . -Thy heart is mine ! -True , true ! ah , true ! -Then , love , thy hand ! -Ah no ! adieu ! MATTHEW ...
... lives are thrown From the twin soul which halves their own . And sometimes , by still harder fate , The lovers meet , but meet too late . -Thy heart is mine ! -True , true ! ah , true ! -Then , love , thy hand ! -Ah no ! adieu ! MATTHEW ...
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... in silent dust , That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary . ROBERT BURNS . XXVIII CLOISTERED LOVE ( ELOISA TO ABELARD ) How happy LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 29 Highland Mary Robert Burns.
... in silent dust , That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary . ROBERT BURNS . XXVIII CLOISTERED LOVE ( ELOISA TO ABELARD ) How happy LOVE'S TRAGEDIES 29 Highland Mary Robert Burns.
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... live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we ' t was our last ! Ayr , gurgling , kissed his pebbled shore , O'erhung with wild ...
... live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we ' t was our last ! Ayr , gurgling , kissed his pebbled shore , O'erhung with wild ...
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Airly Beacon Annie of Lochroyan awake Barbara beauty bird Birks Birks of Aberfeldy bonny lassie bosom braes breast breath bright cheek COVENTRY PATMORE dear delight doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER ELOISA TO ABELARD eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Annie flame flowers forget frae gaze golden grace gray hair hand hath heart heaven heigh-ho Highland Mary kiss kye comes hame lady lass of Lochroyan leave let thee go Lewti light lips Lord Gregory love thee love's lover luve maid mind ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round sailed sang shines sigh Sing heigh-ho smile song soul Stanza stars sweet syne tears tell thine things THOMAS CAREW thou art thought tree true love Twas unto vows waly weel wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt thou wind wings young
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Página 139 - 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.
Página 207 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Página 159 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 154 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Página 85 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Página 193 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. 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.
Página 121 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Página 14 - 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...
Página 194 - ... and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. 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. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when...
Página 85 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible.