The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789 strán (strany) |
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Strana xiii
... Silent love Silent love ..... Silent love Sixteen ... Slighted love Soliloquy of a beauty in the country Song Song Song Song ......... Song Song Song .. Song Song ...... Song . Song . Song . Bong Song .............. Song , Ah the poor ...
... Silent love Silent love ..... Silent love Sixteen ... Slighted love Soliloquy of a beauty in the country Song Song Song Song ......... Song Song Song .. Song Song ...... Song . Song . Song . Bong Song .............. Song , Ah the poor ...
Strana xvii
... silent lover .... The smiling plains .... The song of the disconsolate one .. The song of the zephyrs ... The soul's search for love The Spa , at Scarborough .... The Spanish lady's love ..... The spirit of beauty The three seasons of ...
... silent lover .... The smiling plains .... The song of the disconsolate one .. The song of the zephyrs ... The soul's search for love The Spa , at Scarborough .... The Spanish lady's love ..... The spirit of beauty The three seasons of ...
Strana xxxi
... silent night of late One time , when Love , his beauteous mother lost On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore On the Sabbath - day ... 477 Only tell her that I love ... Our early loved - how their memory clings Our first young ...
... silent night of late One time , when Love , his beauteous mother lost On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore On the Sabbath - day ... 477 Only tell her that I love ... Our early loved - how their memory clings Our first young ...
Strana 9
... silent air At evening in our room , and bend on ours His divine eyes , and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends , and children who have never Been dead indeed , —as we shall know for ever . Alas ! we think not what we daily see ...
... silent air At evening in our room , and bend on ours His divine eyes , and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends , and children who have never Been dead indeed , —as we shall know for ever . Alas ! we think not what we daily see ...
Strana 15
... Silent and sad , I linger to recall The memory of all In thee , dear partner of my cares , I lost ; Cares , shared with thee , more sweet than joys the world can boast . My home - why did I say my home ! Now have I none , Unless thou ...
... Silent and sad , I linger to recall The memory of all In thee , dear partner of my cares , I lost ; Cares , shared with thee , more sweet than joys the world can boast . My home - why did I say my home ! Now have I none , Unless thou ...
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The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies ... J. H. Úplné zobrazenie - 1867 |
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angels Barry Cornwall beam beauty beauty's birds bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek Chidden clouds Cupid dark dear death delight doth dream earth eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel flame flowers fond forget gaze gentle glow grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven hope hour Hymen James Hogg kiss lady lassie life's light lips live lonely look love thee love's lover maid maiden Mary meet mind morning N. P. Willis ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure pride pride 26 rapture rose SECTION SECTION OF PAGE shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought thy love tongue Twas voice weep wife wings woman words young youth
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Strana 168 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Strana xxxvi - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strana 401 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
Strana 3 - 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.
Strana 59 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Strana 312 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Strana 302 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Strana 348 - Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.
Strana 76 - GO, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Strana 246 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...