Poems of love, pt. 2Holt, 1912 |
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... blue , Daintily spread . I stayed to watch , a little space , Her parted lips if she would sing ; The waters closed above her face With many a ring . And still I stayed a little more : Alas , she never comes again ! I throw my flowers ...
... blue , Daintily spread . I stayed to watch , a little space , Her parted lips if she would sing ; The waters closed above her face With many a ring . And still I stayed a little more : Alas , she never comes again ! I throw my flowers ...
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... I were dead ! " All day within the dreamy house , The doors upon their hinges creaked ; The blue fly sung in the pane ; the mouse Behind the moldering wainscot shrieked , " Ask Me No More " Or from the crevice 854 Poems of Love.
... I were dead ! " All day within the dreamy house , The doors upon their hinges creaked ; The blue fly sung in the pane ; the mouse Behind the moldering wainscot shrieked , " Ask Me No More " Or from the crevice 854 Poems of Love.
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... blue sky , To the old glad life in Spain . Well ! there in our front - row box we sat , Together , my bride - betrothed and I ; My gaze was fixed on my opera - hat , And hers on the stage hard by . And both were silent , and both were ...
... blue sky , To the old glad life in Spain . Well ! there in our front - row box we sat , Together , my bride - betrothed and I ; My gaze was fixed on my opera - hat , And hers on the stage hard by . And both were silent , and both were ...
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... blue eyes And rosy little mouth to kiss ! Your lips , as smooth and tender , child , As rose - leaves in a coppice wild . If fate bade choose some sweet unrest , To weave my troubled life a snare , Then I would say " her maiden breast ...
... blue eyes And rosy little mouth to kiss ! Your lips , as smooth and tender , child , As rose - leaves in a coppice wild . If fate bade choose some sweet unrest , To weave my troubled life a snare , Then I would say " her maiden breast ...
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... blue changed above thee , O world ! or am I blind ? Will you change every flower that grows , Or only change this spot , Where she who said , I love thee , Now says , I love thee not ? The skies seemed true above thee , The rose true on ...
... blue changed above thee , O world ! or am I blind ? Will you change every flower that grows , Or only change this spot , Where she who said , I love thee , Now says , I love thee not ? The skies seemed true above thee , The rose true on ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Tennyson Algernon Charles Swinburne Allan Water Arthur O'Shaughnessy beauty birds bless blow bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright brow burn cheek Christina Georgina Rossetti cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream earth echo ring Ernest Dowson eyes face fair feet flowers forget George Gordon Byron golden grace grave gray green hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hour kiss knew lady leaves light lips live Llano Estacado look Louise Chandler Moulton love thee love's lover maid moon morning ne'er never night o'er once pain Philip Bourke Marston Robert Browning Robert Burns Robin Adair rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song Sonnets sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell tender There's thine things thou art thought Twas unto weary weep wife wild wind words
Pasajes populares
Página 1212 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 911 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Página 910 - 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. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 1047 - Three years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Página 1214 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth...
Página 1078 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea : But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE ; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Página 910 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. 202 Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Página 1210 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 1215 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 1048 - Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. "And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.