Poems of love, pt. 1Holt, 1912 - Poetry |
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... touch the port , Then straight into the main Some angry wind , in cruel sport , The vessel drives again . At first Disdain and Pride they fear , Which if they chance to ' scape , Rivals and Falsehood soon appear , In a more dreadful ...
... touch the port , Then straight into the main Some angry wind , in cruel sport , The vessel drives again . At first Disdain and Pride they fear , Which if they chance to ' scape , Rivals and Falsehood soon appear , In a more dreadful ...
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... touch , How must the heart , ah , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart that's stung by thee ! " Thomas Moore [ 1779-1852 ] CUPID DROWNED T'OTHER day , as I was twining Roses , for a crown to dine in , What , of all things , ' mid the heap ...
... touch , How must the heart , ah , Cupid ! be , The hapless heart that's stung by thee ! " Thomas Moore [ 1779-1852 ] CUPID DROWNED T'OTHER day , as I was twining Roses , for a crown to dine in , What , of all things , ' mid the heap ...
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... touch it with his golden flame . Therefore it is that 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 ...
... touch it with his golden flame . Therefore it is that 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 ...
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... touch her heart , ah , that is framed of flint ! Therefore my harvest in the grass bears grain ; The rock will wear , washed with a winter's rain . Robert Greene [ 1560 ? -1592 ] SAMELA From " Menaphon " LIKE to Diana in her summer weed ...
... touch her heart , ah , that is framed of flint ! Therefore my harvest in the grass bears grain ; The rock will wear , washed with a winter's rain . Robert Greene [ 1560 ? -1592 ] SAMELA From " Menaphon " LIKE to Diana in her summer weed ...
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... touch and sweet to view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Nature herself her shape admires ; The gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! 503 ...
... touch and sweet to view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Nature herself her shape admires ; The gods are wounded in her sight ; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! 503 ...
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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.