Čo hovoria ostatní - Napísať recenziu
LibraryThing ReviewPrehľad pre používateľa - waltzmn - LibraryThing
If you want a measure of the literary quality of this work, just read the first sentence. I put it in Common Knowledge. It took about five minutes to type. It's a page long! It's not just run on, it's ... Čítať celú recenziu
Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Anne appears auld Ballad beauty Billy birds blooming bonnie born bosom bower breath bright called cheek cold comes dear death delight died doth dream eyes face fair fancy field flowers fond foregoing give glen grace green grow hand haste hath head heart heaven hope John kind kiss lady lass Lauderdale leave light lips live looks Lord love's maid maidens married meet mind morn muse never night noted o'er original pain pale pieces play POEMS poet poor present pretty published Queen remain rest rose round Rowallan says scene seek seems seen side sing Sir William sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tree true wife wild wind young
Strana 57 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Strana 30 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Strana 72 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Strana 34 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Strana 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Strana 52 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Strana 50 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Strana 34 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.