The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 pagina's |
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... pain ; For in thy generous heart there must exist The will to succor my fidelity . And , lady , every pain would be removed If hope were realized , and I were blest With joy which Love solicits you to grant . O help me , then , Madonna ...
... pain ; For in thy generous heart there must exist The will to succor my fidelity . And , lady , every pain would be removed If hope were realized , and I were blest With joy which Love solicits you to grant . O help me , then , Madonna ...
Pagina 8
... pain Went saying , Noble intellect , this day Completes the year since thy ascent to heaven . Farewell , alas ! farewell those tresses bright , From whence the hills around Drew and reflected tints of shining gold ; Farewell the ...
... pain Went saying , Noble intellect , this day Completes the year since thy ascent to heaven . Farewell , alas ! farewell those tresses bright , From whence the hills around Drew and reflected tints of shining gold ; Farewell the ...
Pagina 11
... painful to feign for any length of time ; and what an extravagance it would be to affect such a passion ! One may counterfeit illness by action , by voice , and by manner , but no one in health can give himself the true air and complex ...
... painful to feign for any length of time ; and what an extravagance it would be to affect such a passion ! One may counterfeit illness by action , by voice , and by manner , but no one in health can give himself the true air and complex ...
Pagina 28
... painful unimparted thought ! The moan how sweet that others loathe to hear ! Nor less delight the wounds that inward smart , The tears that my sad eyes with moisture stain , And constant wail of blow that deadly smote . If this be life ...
... painful unimparted thought ! The moan how sweet that others loathe to hear ! Nor less delight the wounds that inward smart , The tears that my sad eyes with moisture stain , And constant wail of blow that deadly smote . If this be life ...
Pagina 35
... pain to get some peace or truce , Given you my heart ; but you do not use In so high things , to cast your mind so ... pain . THE LOVER FORSAKETH HIS UNKIND LOVE . My heart I gave thee , not to do it pain , But to preserve , lo , it to ...
... pain to get some peace or truce , Given you my heart ; but you do not use In so high things , to cast your mind so ... pain . THE LOVER FORSAKETH HIS UNKIND LOVE . My heart I gave thee , not to do it pain , But to preserve , lo , it to ...
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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.