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... cheek is fresh and the eye is bright- And it weaves its spell till all these seem To wear the fair hue of love's first dream . The gentle maid feels its magic power , As she dreams of love in twilight hour ; And fancy paints with more ...
... cheek is fresh and the eye is bright- And it weaves its spell till all these seem To wear the fair hue of love's first dream . The gentle maid feels its magic power , As she dreams of love in twilight hour ; And fancy paints with more ...
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... cheek , Or make the lilies fade , But all the subtle ways that death doth seek Cannot my love invade . Thomas Stanley . SYMPATHETIC EYES . THEY call him Doricles ; and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeling : but I have it Upon his ...
... cheek , Or make the lilies fade , But all the subtle ways that death doth seek Cannot my love invade . Thomas Stanley . SYMPATHETIC EYES . THEY call him Doricles ; and he boasts himself To have a worthy feeling : but I have it Upon his ...
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... cheek that shames the rising day . Oh , no ! ' twas beauty's most celestial ray , With charms divine of sovereign sweetness fraught ! The noble mien , the soul - dissolving air , The bright arch bending o'er the lucid eye , The voice ...
... cheek that shames the rising day . Oh , no ! ' twas beauty's most celestial ray , With charms divine of sovereign sweetness fraught ! The noble mien , the soul - dissolving air , The bright arch bending o'er the lucid eye , The voice ...
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... cheek , whose crimson doth outblush the rose , Or neck in whiteness with the swan that vies , Or hair that in one golden wavelet flows . My love is like a sense of melody , Filling my heart and throbbing through each vein , Till all the ...
... cheek , whose crimson doth outblush the rose , Or neck in whiteness with the swan that vies , Or hair that in one golden wavelet flows . My love is like a sense of melody , Filling my heart and throbbing through each vein , Till all the ...
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... At putting others to the rout ! When she was " home " and once more free , She came again and talk'd to me . I liked the laughter in her eyes , I liked the glow of exercise Upon her cheek ; and , as she play'd , 32 THE BRIDAL BOUQUET .
... At putting others to the rout ! When she was " home " and once more free , She came again and talk'd to me . I liked the laughter in her eyes , I liked the glow of exercise Upon her cheek ; and , as she play'd , 32 THE BRIDAL BOUQUET .
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angel Anon Arthur Hugh Clough Barry Cornwall beams beauty beauty's beloved bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright brow Charles Godfrey Leland charms cheek Coventry Patmore Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dear delight divine dost doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair faith fear feel flame flowers fond gaze gentle Gerald Massey give glory golden grace hair hand happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour husband Jean Ingelow Jeremy Taylor kiss lady light lips live look Lord Lytton love thee love's lover marriage mind morning N. P. Willis ne'er never night o'er pain passion pleasure pure rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare shine sigh smile soft sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell tender thine things Thomas Woolner thou art thought true truth unto virtue voice wife woman words young youth
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Page 3 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints...
Page 168 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Page 146 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say ' Ay,' And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Page 188 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 11 - O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the ev'ning gale.
Page 115 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Page 276 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land ; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience ; Too little payment for so great a debt.
Page 267 - Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous. Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt; For she had eyes, and chose me.
Page 302 - WHO can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships ; she bringeth her food from afar.
Page 176 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.