The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... dear life I die for thy sweet love Chas . Lamb 603 ..R . Burns 495 .... J . Hogg 586 ..R . Lovelace ... N . Breton 410 82 Sir T. Wyatt 116 Mrs. Embury 300 ..R . Herrick 69 W. M. Praed 348 ... C . H. Esling 303 27 ..Sappho 103 ... A ...
... dear life I die for thy sweet love Chas . Lamb 603 ..R . Burns 495 .... J . Hogg 586 ..R . Lovelace ... N . Breton 410 82 Sir T. Wyatt 116 Mrs. Embury 300 ..R . Herrick 69 W. M. Praed 348 ... C . H. Esling 303 27 ..Sappho 103 ... A ...
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... Dear Kate , I do not swear and rave Dear , leave thy home and come with me 271 185 105 188 305 99 396 78 269 261 186 607 272 407 296 566 430 589 561 252 185 523 276 219 414 Dear object of my late and early prayer !. Dearest , a lock is ...
... Dear Kate , I do not swear and rave Dear , leave thy home and come with me 271 185 105 188 305 99 396 78 269 261 186 607 272 407 296 566 430 589 561 252 185 523 276 219 414 Dear object of my late and early prayer !. Dearest , a lock is ...
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... dear maid I cannot stain this snowy leaf I cannot think love thrives by artifice I class'd and counted once .. I did but look and love awhile I die , dear life ! unless to me be given I die for thy sweet love ! the ground ...... . I do ...
... dear maid I cannot stain this snowy leaf I cannot think love thrives by artifice I class'd and counted once .. I did but look and love awhile I die , dear life ! unless to me be given I die for thy sweet love ! the ground ...... . I do ...
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... dear I sing to him ! I dream he hears I stood with Ellen where the stream I sought at morn the beechen bower I thank you for that downcast look I think of thee in the night I think of thee when morning spring I will love her no more ...
... dear I sing to him ! I dream he hears I stood with Ellen where the stream I sought at morn the beechen bower I thank you for that downcast look I think of thee in the night I think of thee when morning spring I will love her no more ...
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... dear , but , O , ungrateful fair ! 477 May slighted woman turn .. 437 Me heart's with me Flora ; how great is the pleasure 39 Methought my love was dead ; O ' twas a night 401 Mighty ones . Love and death ! 85 Mistaken fair , lay ...
... dear , but , O , ungrateful fair ! 477 May slighted woman turn .. 437 Me heart's with me Flora ; how great is the pleasure 39 Methought my love was dead ; O ' twas a night 401 Mighty ones . Love and death ! 85 Mistaken fair , lay ...
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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...