Songs of the Heart: Selected from Many Sources, with Numerous Illustrations from Original Designs, Zväzok 3C. Scribner, 1872 - 160 strán (strany) |
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Strana 9
... dear pain : My hopes , and thy derision , Florence Vane ! The ruin , lone and hoary , The ruin old , Where thou didst hark my story , At even told : That spot , the hues Elysian Of sky and plain , I treasure in my vision , Florence Vane ...
... dear pain : My hopes , and thy derision , Florence Vane ! The ruin , lone and hoary , The ruin old , Where thou didst hark my story , At even told : That spot , the hues Elysian Of sky and plain , I treasure in my vision , Florence Vane ...
Strana 10
... dear pain , my hope , and thy dérision Florence Vune . The rein love and hourg , The ruin old , where thou didst hash at even toed , my story . ynai spor - the hues Elysian Of sky and plain - I treasure in my vision , Horence Vane ...
... dear pain , my hope , and thy dérision Florence Vune . The rein love and hourg , The ruin old , where thou didst hash at even toed , my story . ynai spor - the hues Elysian Of sky and plain - I treasure in my vision , Horence Vane ...
Strana 24
... dear and only love , I pray That little world of thee Be governed by no other sway But purest monarchy ; For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , I'll call a synod in my heart , And never love thee more . As Alexander ...
... dear and only love , I pray That little world of thee Be governed by no other sway But purest monarchy ; For if confusion have a part , Which virtuous souls abhor , I'll call a synod in my heart , And never love thee more . As Alexander ...
Strana 31
... ; But , overcome with whiteness there , For grief dissolved into a tear ; Thence falling on her garment's hem , To deck her , froze into a gem . ANONYMOUS THE MOTTO . SOMEBODY sent me a dear little note 31 . MADRIGAL Anonymous.
... ; But , overcome with whiteness there , For grief dissolved into a tear ; Thence falling on her garment's hem , To deck her , froze into a gem . ANONYMOUS THE MOTTO . SOMEBODY sent me a dear little note 31 . MADRIGAL Anonymous.
Strana 32
... dear little note , The paper was Moinier's , the writing was fair ; Shall I here tell you what somebody wrote ? - - No , let the Muse keep the secret from air , But this was the motto the seal had to show , This , " C'est le cœur qui ...
... dear little note , The paper was Moinier's , the writing was fair ; Shall I here tell you what somebody wrote ? - - No , let the Muse keep the secret from air , But this was the motto the seal had to show , This , " C'est le cœur qui ...
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All's ALLAN CUNNINGHAM angel babe Balow beautiful Annabel Lee birds bloom Bobbett boys breast bright C'est le cœur CHILD cœur qui fait dear death Douglas dream EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN EDWARD COATE PINKNEY face fair fairest thing fait valoir fear Florence Vane flowers fond gentle grace grave grief grieves hath heart heaven HENRY FRANCIS CARY JENNY KISSED JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS knew lassie light live look love thee LOVE'S lover LUDWIG UHLAND luve ly stil MacDonald maid maiden Miss Hallock Miss Ledyard moon mortal eyes ne'er night o'er pain Perilla PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE rest river round shine sighs sleep smile SONG soul stars stept stil and sleipe Sweet hope SYDNEY DOBELL tears tender and true thee weipe There's thik thine thing in mortal THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY thou thought Tommy's dead Twas valoir les mots village weepen liady weeping wind zeem
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Strana 34 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Strana 61 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Strana 35 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Strana 68 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Strana 140 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Strana 51 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
Strana 62 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Strana 67 - 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.
Strana 43 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Strana 102 - 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.