The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies, Addresses and Dilemmas ... ...Cassell, 1867 - 789ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... sorrow ... The loveliness and dignity of Eve The lover ...... The lover The lover student The lover up a tree The lovers .... The lover's disclaimer The lover's morning salute to his mistress The lovers to their favourite tree ...
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... .. 366 Ask me no more where Jove bestows .. Ask me not why I should love her Ask not the cause why sullen spring Ask not why sorrow shades my brow .. 317 346 262 324 At Venus ' entreaty for Cupid her son Awake , INDEX OF FIRST LINES. ...
... .. 366 Ask me no more where Jove bestows .. Ask me not why I should love her Ask not the cause why sullen spring Ask not why sorrow shades my brow .. 317 346 262 324 At Venus ' entreaty for Cupid her son Awake , INDEX OF FIRST LINES. ...
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... sorrow Go forth , for she is gone Go , happy rose , and , interwove Go , lady , to thy lonely room . Go , lovely rose ! ..... Go , valentine , and tell that lovely maid PAGE 178 84 121 101 230 43 392 218 475 356 270 494 165 59 278 577 ...
... sorrow Go forth , for she is gone Go , happy rose , and , interwove Go , lady , to thy lonely room . Go , lovely rose ! ..... Go , valentine , and tell that lovely maid PAGE 178 84 121 101 230 43 392 218 475 356 270 494 165 59 278 577 ...
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... sorrow , ' tis a peerless tale Oft in the stilly night .. Oft , oft methinks , the while with thee Oh ! hadst thou never shared my fate ... Oh ! know'st thou why , to distance driven Oh ! I could whisper thee a tale Oh ! lost to faith ...
... sorrow , ' tis a peerless tale Oft in the stilly night .. Oft , oft methinks , the while with thee Oh ! hadst thou never shared my fate ... Oh ! know'st thou why , to distance driven Oh ! I could whisper thee a tale Oh ! lost to faith ...
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... surrounding , Knows its good or ill . ' For thyself , while wrong and sorrow Make to thee their strong appeal , Coward wert thou not to utter What the heart must feel . ' Earnest words must needs be spoken , When the 20 The Lovers '
... surrounding , Knows its good or ill . ' For thyself , while wrong and sorrow Make to thee their strong appeal , Coward wert thou not to utter What the heart must feel . ' Earnest words must needs be spoken , When the 20 The Lovers '
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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...