The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - 384 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... ; With solace and gladness , Much mirth and no madness , All good and no badness ; So joyously , So maidenly , So womanly Her démeaning In every thing , Far , far passing That I can indite Or suffice to write Of merry BOOK OF RUBIES. ...
... ; With solace and gladness , Much mirth and no madness , All good and no badness ; So joyously , So maidenly , So womanly Her démeaning In every thing , Far , far passing That I can indite Or suffice to write Of merry BOOK OF RUBIES. ...
Pagina 17
... things it be suppressed . Some gentler passions slide into my mind , For I am soft and made of melting snow ; Or be more cruel , Love , and so be kind ; Let me or float or sink , be high or low , Or let me live with some more sweet ...
... things it be suppressed . Some gentler passions slide into my mind , For I am soft and made of melting snow ; Or be more cruel , Love , and so be kind ; Let me or float or sink , be high or low , Or let me live with some more sweet ...
Pagina 23
... things to make your gain , And both the Indies of their treasure spoil , What needeth you to seek so far in vain ? For , lo ! my love doth in herself contain All this world's riches that may far be found ; If sapphires , lo ! her eyes ...
... things to make your gain , And both the Indies of their treasure spoil , What needeth you to seek so far in vain ? For , lo ! my love doth in herself contain All this world's riches that may far be found ; If sapphires , lo ! her eyes ...
Pagina 28
... , he tunes the string , He music plays , if I but sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel , he my heart doth sting : Ah ! wanton , will you ? Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence 28 BOOK OF RUBIES .
... , he tunes the string , He music plays , if I but sing ; He lends me every lovely thing , Yet cruel , he my heart doth sting : Ah ! wanton , will you ? Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence 28 BOOK OF RUBIES .
Pagina 34
... things blessed , When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me ! Joshua Sylvester . [ BORN 1563. DIED ...
... things blessed , When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me ! Joshua Sylvester . [ BORN 1563. DIED ...
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beauty birds blossom blush bonnie BORN bosom braes breast breath bright brow BRYAN WALLER PROCTOR charms cheek Christ Church College cloud College dear death DIED disdain doth dream Earl educated EDWARD LYTTON EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON fair fairest fate flame flowers Forget gentle Giles Fletcher gone green hath hear heart heaven hope John JOHN LYLYE kiss lady leaves light lips look love thee love's lover maid Mary morning ne'er never Nicholas Breton night o'er Oxford passion plays poems Ramoth RICHARD BARNEFIELD ROBERT AYTOUN rose shade shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul spirit stars SUSANNA BLAMIRE sweet tears tell thee-I thought thine eyes THOMAS thou art thought of thee thy love Twas University of Edinburgh unto voice vows waly waves weary WILLIAM willow-tree wilt thou wind Yarrow young young Jessie
Populaire passages
Pagina 162 - 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 way-lay.
Pagina 99 - 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. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pagina 83 - 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.
Pagina 36 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 43 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Pagina 158 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Pagina 76 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Pagina 155 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Pagina 65 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Pagina 53 - 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.