The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 pagina's |
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Pagina 19
... fire , where brightly grew That stately laurel from a sucker small , Increasing , as I speak , hide from my view The ... fires , to celebrate Her praise , whose presence charms their awful beauty . MERIVALE . HE LEAVES VAUCLUSE , BUT HIS ...
... fire , where brightly grew That stately laurel from a sucker small , Increasing , as I speak , hide from my view The ... fires , to celebrate Her praise , whose presence charms their awful beauty . MERIVALE . HE LEAVES VAUCLUSE , BUT HIS ...
Pagina 30
... wind , Its bright and burning thoughts , like vestal fires , Dispersed the clouds of sense from every mind , And kindled honour , and divine desires . WILDE . It was too much for us to merit long ; 30 LOVES AND HEROINES .
... wind , Its bright and burning thoughts , like vestal fires , Dispersed the clouds of sense from every mind , And kindled honour , and divine desires . WILDE . It was too much for us to merit long ; 30 LOVES AND HEROINES .
Pagina 31
... fond desire , False incense hid ; yet I repent my praise , As rank idolatry ' gainst Love's true fire . She , who , a maiden , taught me , WILDE . TORQUATO TASSO . 31 "One day my lady at a balcony "Three high-born dames it was my lot"
... fond desire , False incense hid ; yet I repent my praise , As rank idolatry ' gainst Love's true fire . She , who , a maiden , taught me , WILDE . TORQUATO TASSO . 31 "One day my lady at a balcony "Three high-born dames it was my lot"
Pagina 32
... fire , Whose light alone turns anger to desire ? Peace , I implore , and own me rash and frail . Mercy I beg , and my weak hands extend , And kneel , and bow , and bare my humble breast ; If fight I must , pity her aid shall lend , And ...
... fire , Whose light alone turns anger to desire ? Peace , I implore , and own me rash and frail . Mercy I beg , and my weak hands extend , And kneel , and bow , and bare my humble breast ; If fight I must , pity her aid shall lend , And ...
Pagina 33
... fires of Phlegethon but stir the more . My voice is that of Cerberus , whose bark Fills the abyss , and echoes frightfully Over the stream , dull as my mind , and dark : In this alone less hard my fate may be , That there poor ghosts ...
... fires of Phlegethon but stir the more . My voice is that of Cerberus , whose bark Fills the abyss , and echoes frightfully Over the stream , dull as my mind , and dark : In this alone less hard my fate may be , That there poor ghosts ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Anne Boleyn Anthony à Wood behold birds blush breast breath bright CASTARA chaste cheeks cruel Cupid dear death delight desire disdain Donne dost doth Earl England's Helicon face fair Falero favour fear Ferrara fire flame flowers give glory golden grace grief hair happy hast hath heaven honour hope John Florio kiss lady leave Leonora lero light lips live look Lord love thee Love's lover maid marriage married MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morning ne'er never night nymph pain passion Petrarch Phillis pity poems poet praise pride Queen RAPE OF LUCRECE rose Samela SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring stars Stella Surrey sweet Tasso tears tell thine eyes thought thy beauty thy heart true unto VENUS AND ADONIS verse vows weep Whilst wind yield youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 351 - 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.
Pagina 97 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Pagina 115 - 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.
Pagina 370 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Pagina 224 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Pagina 93 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Pagina 325 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Pagina 399 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Pagina 170 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Pagina 223 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.