The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... breath'st , the winds are ready straight 321 289 And wilt thou leave me thus ? .... An infant when it gazes on a light 482 536 Arabian fiction never filled the world As Cupid in Cythera's grove ... 171 286 As I stood by the lakelet of ...
... breath'st , the winds are ready straight 321 289 And wilt thou leave me thus ? .... An infant when it gazes on a light 482 536 Arabian fiction never filled the world As Cupid in Cythera's grove ... 171 286 As I stood by the lakelet of ...
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... breath of fifme .. Beauties , have ye seen this toy Because from all that round thee move Because I breathe not love to every one Before his lion - court Begone ! bold rival , from my fair PAGE 478 147 325 266 216 373 454 330 314 487 ...
... breath of fifme .. Beauties , have ye seen this toy Because from all that round thee move Because I breathe not love to every one Before his lion - court Begone ! bold rival , from my fair PAGE 478 147 325 266 216 373 454 330 314 487 ...
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... breath PAGE 582 376 328 419 385 198 218 210 463 72 299 74 179 557 594 343 345 106 410 464 306 513 408 168 396 463 17 461 138 375 If this pale rose offend thy sight . If thou wert by my side , my love 139 574 If woman's glass , why ...
... breath PAGE 582 376 328 419 385 198 218 210 463 72 299 74 179 557 594 343 345 106 410 464 306 513 408 168 396 463 17 461 138 375 If this pale rose offend thy sight . If thou wert by my side , my love 139 574 If woman's glass , why ...
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... breath , and on thy hair , like odour it is yet , And from thy touch like fire doth leap . Even while I write , my burning cheeks are wet , Alas , that the torn heart can bleed , but not forget ! A breathless awe , like the swift change ...
... breath , and on thy hair , like odour it is yet , And from thy touch like fire doth leap . Even while I write , my burning cheeks are wet , Alas , that the torn heart can bleed , but not forget ! A breathless awe , like the swift change ...
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... breath comes quick The blood is listening in my frame , And thronging shadows , fast and thick , Fall on my overflowing eyes ; My heart is quivering like a flame ; As morning dew , that in the sunbeam dies , I am dissolved in these ...
... breath comes quick The blood is listening in my frame , And thronging shadows , fast and thick , Fall on my overflowing eyes ; My heart is quivering like a flame ; As morning dew , that in the sunbeam dies , I am dissolved in these ...
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168 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
xxxvi ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
401 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
348 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...