Love Songs of English Poets, 1500-1800W. Heinemann, 1892 - 277 pages |
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... never fails to remind the lady who is dilatory in accept- ing his love , that time is on the wing . As Marvell has it- ' The grave's a fine and private place , But none , I think , do there embrace . ' R. H. C. CONTENTS JOHN SKELTON ...
... never fails to remind the lady who is dilatory in accept- ing his love , that time is on the wing . As Marvell has it- ' The grave's a fine and private place , But none , I think , do there embrace . ' R. H. C. CONTENTS JOHN SKELTON ...
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... The Lover's Promise 218 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Names Love's Burial - place Glycine Not at Home Farewell to Love To a Lady Love Love is a Sword 219 220 221 221 222 222 223 227 MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS I never could Love till now . XX111.
... The Lover's Promise 218 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Names Love's Burial - place Glycine Not at Home Farewell to Love To a Lady Love Love is a Sword 219 220 221 221 222 222 223 227 MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS I never could Love till now . XX111.
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William Ralph Hall Caine. MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS I never could Love till now . ROBERT SOUTHEY PAGE 228 Love's Immortality . 229 CHARLES LAMB To Hester Savory 231 A Sonnet on Christian Names 232 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR Dreams Her Lips 234 234 ...
William Ralph Hall Caine. MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS I never could Love till now . ROBERT SOUTHEY PAGE 228 Love's Immortality . 229 CHARLES LAMB To Hester Savory 231 A Sonnet on Christian Names 232 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR Dreams Her Lips 234 234 ...
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... never - failing theme of which a close imitation by Gascoigne will be found on a later page . A Riddle of a Gift given by a Lady A LADY gave me a gift she had not ; And I received her gift which I took not ; She gave it me willingly ...
... never - failing theme of which a close imitation by Gascoigne will be found on a later page . A Riddle of a Gift given by a Lady A LADY gave me a gift she had not ; And I received her gift which I took not ; She gave it me willingly ...
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... never meant For to repent , In wealth , nor yet in woe . ' Each western wind Hath turned her mind , Sir Thomas Wyatt And blown it clean away : Thereby 6 Love Songs Of the Pains and Sorrows caused by Love 468 ∞o The Complaint of a ...
... never meant For to repent , In wealth , nor yet in woe . ' Each western wind Hath turned her mind , Sir Thomas Wyatt And blown it clean away : Thereby 6 Love Songs Of the Pains and Sorrows caused by Love 468 ∞o The Complaint of a ...
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Page 266 - 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...
Page 69 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 57 - 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.
Page 226 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, she blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Page 143 - Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ! Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
Page 141 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For...
Page 224 - With downcast eyes and modest grace For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land.
Page 217 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Page 148 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Page 55 - 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.