Poems of love, pt. 1Holt, 1912 - Poetry |
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... O None but Of Corinna's Singing . You " .. Thomas Campion ... 567 .Thomas Campion . 568 " Were my Heart as are " " Kind are her Answers " some Men's .Thomas Campion .. 568 . Thomas Campion . 569 To Celia eyes " Ben Jonson ... 569 Song ,
... O None but Of Corinna's Singing . You " .. Thomas Campion ... 567 .Thomas Campion . 568 " Were my Heart as are " " Kind are her Answers " some Men's .Thomas Campion .. 568 . Thomas Campion . 569 To Celia eyes " Ben Jonson ... 569 Song ,
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... Sing Heigh - ho " . The Golden Fish Robert Burns 701 Robert Burns . 701 Walter Savage Landor 702 Walter Savage Landor 703 Thomas Moore 703 • Thomas Moore 704 Washington Irving 705 .John Keats 706 .Nathaniel Parker Willis 706 Alfred ...
... Sing Heigh - ho " . The Golden Fish Robert Burns 701 Robert Burns . 701 Walter Savage Landor 702 Walter Savage Landor 703 Thomas Moore 703 • Thomas Moore 704 Washington Irving 705 .John Keats 706 .Nathaniel Parker Willis 706 Alfred ...
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... sing and play And of all love's joyful flame I the bud and blossom am . Only bend thy knee to me , Thy wooing shall thy winning be ! See , see the flowers that below Now as fresh as morning blow ; And of all the virgin rose That as ...
... sing and play And of all love's joyful flame I the bud and blossom am . Only bend thy knee to me , Thy wooing shall thy winning be ! See , see the flowers that below Now as fresh as morning blow ; And of all the virgin rose That as ...
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... sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , still ye ! Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence , And bind you , when you long to play , For your offence . I'll shut mine eyes to ...
... sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , still ye ! Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence , And bind you , when you long to play , For your offence . I'll shut mine eyes to ...
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... singing I do rejoice , Nor heed the slow years bringing A harsher voice ; Because the songs which he has sung Still leave the untouched singer young . But whom in fuller fashion The Master sways , For him , swift - winged with passion ...
... singing I do rejoice , Nor heed the slow years bringing A harsher voice ; Because the songs which he has sung Still leave the untouched singer young . But whom in fuller fashion The Master sways , For him , swift - winged with passion ...
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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.