The Bridal Bouquet Culled in the Garden of LiteratureHenry Southgate Lockwood, 1873 - 388ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... and yet of the greatest interest in the world , next to the last throw for eternity ; " and that , " life or death , felicity or a lasting sorrow , are in the power of marriage . " It has been my aim in these multifarious and numerous.
... and yet of the greatest interest in the world , next to the last throw for eternity ; " and that , " life or death , felicity or a lasting sorrow , are in the power of marriage . " It has been my aim in these multifarious and numerous.
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... death : - Oh ! we will never , never part again . Shirley . AFTER LONG ABSENCE . No mother that has mourn'd her long lost infant Rejoices half so much to find her darling ; Or views the lovely babe with half the fond- ness I look on ...
... death : - Oh ! we will never , never part again . Shirley . AFTER LONG ABSENCE . No mother that has mourn'd her long lost infant Rejoices half so much to find her darling ; Or views the lovely babe with half the fond- ness I look on ...
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... ! This bosom must love on ! but let thy breath Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death , Bearing it up to heaven - Love's own abode ! " Mrs. Hemans . DEEPEST IN SORROW . IN the morning of life , 16 THE BRIDAL BOUQUET .
... ! This bosom must love on ! but let thy breath Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death , Bearing it up to heaven - Love's own abode ! " Mrs. Hemans . DEEPEST IN SORROW . IN the morning of life , 16 THE BRIDAL BOUQUET .
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... death , according as its rays fall , and so doth love . ONE loving hour Anon . For many years of sorrow can dispense . A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sorrow . Spenser . ITS THRONE . My soul is like a wide and empty fane ; Sit thou ...
... death , according as its rays fall , and so doth love . ONE loving hour Anon . For many years of sorrow can dispense . A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sorrow . Spenser . ITS THRONE . My soul is like a wide and empty fane ; Sit thou ...
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... death : Yet , seeming strange , he feigns uncaring words , Cold as the winter pour'd o'er shrinking herds , And love is plaintive as a cushat dove , And yet there's nought so silent as sweet love ; More obstinate than century - founded ...
... death : Yet , seeming strange , he feigns uncaring words , Cold as the winter pour'd o'er shrinking herds , And love is plaintive as a cushat dove , And yet there's nought so silent as sweet love ; More obstinate than century - founded ...
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angel Anon Barry Cornwall beams beauty Ben Jonson bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright brow Charles Godfrey Leland Charles Kingsley charms cheek cheerful Coventry Patmore Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dear delight divine doth dream earth Eliza Cook eyes face fair faith fear feel flowers fond gaze gentle Gerald Massey give glory golden grace hair hand happy hast hath heart heaven holy honour hope hour husband Jean Ingelow Jeremy Taylor kiss lady life's light lips live look lord love thee love's lover marriage mind morning N. P. Willis nature ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace pleasure pure rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare shine sigh smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell tender thine things Thomas Woolner thou art thought truth unto virtue voice wife woman words young youth
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3 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.