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... lips 577 Sleep on , and dream of heaven awhile 429 Sleep'st thou or wak'st thou , fairest creature ? 88 So , bella mia , you've made an impression .. 27 So slept the sea within its silver bed ... 279 289 So smooth and clear the fountain ...
... lips 577 Sleep on , and dream of heaven awhile 429 Sleep'st thou or wak'st thou , fairest creature ? 88 So , bella mia , you've made an impression .. 27 So slept the sea within its silver bed ... 279 289 So smooth and clear the fountain ...
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... lips . There's not a fibre in my trembling frame They are not tears of sorrowing They never lov'd as thou and I .... They say my heart is breaking ... 431 491 216 312 245 541 They tell me ' tis decided ; you depart They sin who tell us ...
... lips . There's not a fibre in my trembling frame They are not tears of sorrowing They never lov'd as thou and I .... They say my heart is breaking ... 431 491 216 312 245 541 They tell me ' tis decided ; you depart They sin who tell us ...
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... lips are like the red - rose bud , Dew - parted in a morn of June ; Her voice is gentler than the sound Of some far heard and heavenly tune ; Her little finger , white and round , Can make a hundred hearts to bound . My love's two eyes ...
... lips are like the red - rose bud , Dew - parted in a morn of June ; Her voice is gentler than the sound Of some far heard and heavenly tune ; Her little finger , white and round , Can make a hundred hearts to bound . My love's two eyes ...
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... lips , are laid to sleep ; Within thy 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 ...
... lips , are laid to sleep ; Within thy 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 ...
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... lips were red , and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin , Some bee had stung it newly . But ( Dick ) her eyes so guard her face , I durst no more upon them gaze , Than on the sun in July . Suckling . [ From A Ballad upon a ...
... lips were red , and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin , Some bee had stung it newly . But ( Dick ) her eyes so guard her face , I durst no more upon them gaze , Than on the sun in July . Suckling . [ From A Ballad upon a ...
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angels Barry Cornwall beam beauty beauty's birds bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheek Chidden clouds Cupid dark dear death delight doth dream earth eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel flame flowers fond forget gaze gentle glow grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven hope hour Hymen James Hogg kiss lady lassie life's light lips live lonely look love thee love's lover maid maiden Mary meet mind morning N. P. Willis ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure pride pride 26 rapture rose SECTION SECTION OF PAGE shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thought thy love tongue Twas voice weep wife wings woman words young youth
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168 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...