The World's Best Poetry: Love; introductory essay: The future of poetry, by J.V. CheneyJ.D. Morris, 1904 |
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... blue een ? Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen ; Her cheek like the rose is , but fresher , I ween ; She's ... blue een . When night overshadows her cot in the glen , She'll steal out to meet her loved Donald again ; And when ...
... blue een ? Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen ; Her cheek like the rose is , but fresher , I ween ; She's ... blue een . When night overshadows her cot in the glen , She'll steal out to meet her loved Donald again ; And when ...
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Are not the heavens , but her face , Her hair , and mild blue eyes . There , in the downy meshes pinned , Such sweet illusions haunt their rest ; They think her breath the fragrant wind , And tremble on her breast ; As if , close to her ...
Are not the heavens , but her face , Her hair , and mild blue eyes . There , in the downy meshes pinned , Such sweet illusions haunt their rest ; They think her breath the fragrant wind , And tremble on her breast ; As if , close to her ...
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... blue eyes frank and free , No glance vouchsafed the beldam old ; As toward the sunset and the sea , No evil fearing , rode the three . A curse she gave for the pittance small , A gibe for the couplet's ribald word ; But that which once ...
... blue eyes frank and free , No glance vouchsafed the beldam old ; As toward the sunset and the sea , No evil fearing , rode the three . A curse she gave for the pittance small , A gibe for the couplet's ribald word ; But that which once ...
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... blue ray of day from her eye laughin ' out on us ! Faix , an ' a foot , Perfect of cut , Peepin ' to put an end to all doubt in us . That there's a sight Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it— Oh no ! Nothin ...
... blue ray of day from her eye laughin ' out on us ! Faix , an ' a foot , Perfect of cut , Peepin ' to put an end to all doubt in us . That there's a sight Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it— Oh no ! Nothin ...
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... blue ; For you alone I strive to sing , O , tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee , Love ; O , tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake nae care I'll take , Though ne'er another trow me . ROBERT GRAHAM OF GARTMORE . THE ...
... blue ; For you alone I strive to sing , O , tell me how to woo ! Then tell me how to woo thee , Love ; O , tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake nae care I'll take , Though ne'er another trow me . ROBERT GRAHAM OF GARTMORE . THE ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE arms beauty Behave yoursel belle jaune giroflée BEN JONSON bliss blue blush bonny bosom breast breath bride bright CAROLINA OLIPHANT charm cheek Cockpen delight doth dream eyes face fair fear feet flowers frae gaze gentle golden grace gray hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho HERO AND LEANDER JOHN king kiss kye comes hame lady lassie light lips live look LORD LORD TENNYSON love thee love's lover maid maiden marry MELEAGER mind moon morning ne'er never night o'er pale poetry RED LARK ring ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose Saint Agnes SAMUEL LOVER shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul stars summer sweet tears tell tender There's thine thing THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH thou thought whistle Widow Machree wife wind woman wooing o't word young youth
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Seite 274 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 422 - 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.
Seite 148 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Seite 385 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Seite 379 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Seite 206 - scapes i' the imminent, deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history, Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven. It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Seite 149 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Seite 318 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 14 - 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.
Seite 358 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art — < Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...