A garland of love, wreathed of pleasant flowers, gathered in the field of English poesy |
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A garland of love, wreathed of pleasant flowers, gathered in the field of ... Garland Volledige weergave - 1836 |
A garland of love, wreathed of pleasant flowers, gathered in the field of ... Garland Volledige weergave - 1836 |
A Garland of Love: Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of ... Garland Garland Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
answer beauty birds Born bosom bower breast breath bright bring charms cheek cold dear death deep delight desire died doth dream Earl echo eyes face fair fall fancy fear feel field fire flowers garland gentle give gone grace green grief grow hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour JOHN kind kiss LADY leaves light lips live look lost Love's lover maid mind morn move Nature never night o'er once paine passion play pleasure praise rest rose round seen sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG soon sorrow soul speak spirit spring sung sweet tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS thou thou art thought tree true unto voice waters weep whilst wind wings wish woods young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 165 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Pagina 45 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Pagina 77 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Pagina 162 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Pagina 79 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Pagina 114 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Pagina 80 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Pagina 163 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Pagina 163 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Pagina 36 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.