Poems of love, pt. 1Holt, 1912 - Poetry |
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... bosom " Song , " Love is a sickness full of woes " Love's Perjuries .. Walter Raleigh ... 459 .Giles Fletcher .. 460 Thomas Lodge . 461 Samuel Daniel . 462 Venus ' Runaway . What is Love .. Love's Emblems . William Shakespeare . 463 Ben ...
... bosom " Song , " Love is a sickness full of woes " Love's Perjuries .. Walter Raleigh ... 459 .Giles Fletcher .. 460 Thomas Lodge . 461 Samuel Daniel . 462 Venus ' Runaway . What is Love .. Love's Emblems . William Shakespeare . 463 Ben ...
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... Bosom of Castara . .William Habington To Flavia . " Love not Me for Comely Grace " . . Unknown . " When , Dearest , I but Think of Thee " A Doubt of Martyrdom To Chloe .. " I'll Never Love Thee More " To Althea , from Prison To his Coy ...
... Bosom of Castara . .William Habington To Flavia . " Love not Me for Comely Grace " . . Unknown . " When , Dearest , I but Think of Thee " A Doubt of Martyrdom To Chloe .. " I'll Never Love Thee More " To Althea , from Prison To his Coy ...
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... , or it you lose ! All the sand of Tagus ' shore Into my bosom casts his ore : All the valleys ' swimming corn To my house is yearly borne : Rosalind's Madrigal Every grape of every vine Is gladly bruised 460 Poems of Love.
... , or it you lose ! All the sand of Tagus ' shore Into my bosom casts his ore : All the valleys ' swimming corn To my house is yearly borne : Rosalind's Madrigal Every grape of every vine Is gladly bruised 460 Poems of Love.
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... bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ...
... bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ...
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... bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes , I like of thee ; O Cupid , so thou pity me , Spare not , but play thee ! Thomas Lodge [ 1558 ? -1625 ] SONG From " Hymen's Triumph " LOVE is a sickness full of woes , All remedies refusing ; A plant that ...
... bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes , I like of thee ; O Cupid , so thou pity me , Spare not , but play thee ! Thomas Lodge [ 1558 ? -1625 ] SONG From " Hymen's Triumph " LOVE is a sickness full of woes , All remedies refusing ; A plant that ...
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Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne awake Beata mea Domina beauty Behave yoursel birds blue blush bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright charms cheeks Chloe dark dear delight disdain doth dream earth Eileen Aroon eyes face fair fear feet flowers George Edward Woodberry George Gordon Byron girl give Glenlogie gold golden grace grow hair hand hath hear heart heaven hour John Godfrey Saxe kiss lady lass lassie laugh light lily lips live look love thee Love's lover maid maiden Mally's Maud morning ne'er never night o'er pain passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pretty Robert Robert Browning Robert Herrick rose shine sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG soul stars sweet tears tell there's thine thing Thomas Thomas Campion Thomas Carew thought Twas voice vows Walter Savage Landor wanton wind wings young youth
Popular passages
Page 563 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 562 - Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
Page 755 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — • ' Now tread we a measure !
Page 583 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Page 711 - The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted. The very room, coz she was in, Seemed warm from floor to ceilin', An' she looked full ez rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin'.
Page 691 - 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: 20 Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 563 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Page 585 - TO HIS COY MISTRESS Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side 5 Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Page 662 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 633 - Or ever the knightly years were gone, With the old world to the grave, I was a king in Babylon, And you were a Christian slave.