Love Songs of English Poets, 1500-1800William Ralph Hall Caine D. Appleton, 1892 - 277 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Adelaide Anne Procter armèd aught beauty behold Ben Jonson birds blest bliss born in London bosom breast breath bright brow Byron Charles Charles Dibdin Charles Lamb Charles Mackay charms cheek Coleridge Cupid dear death delight died doth dreams earth eyes face fair Falero fears flame flitting blush flowers fondly gaze Genevieve gentle hath heart heaven hope King kiss Lady lero light lips live look Lord Lord Byron Love's lover married Matthew Gregory Lewis mistress ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Noel Gordon o'er passions pity play poems poet poet laureate pretty rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sappho say not woman's scorn That crazed sh'as left shade Shakespeare sigh sing smile soft song soul Southey sunny sweet tears tell thine Thomas Love Peacock thou art thoughts Tom D'Urfey twas verse vows wanton whilst Woman Wordsworth wrote youth Ζώη σᾶς ἀγαπῶ
Pasajes populares
Página 58 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding ; Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 212 - 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.
Página 127 - 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...
Página 219 - Nor rested day nor night : That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright ; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Página 203 - 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. THREE YEARS SHE...
Página 215 - They sin who tell us Love can die, With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 107 - Which may gain her name of best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool, and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think "What, with them, they would do That, without them, dare to woo.
Página 85 - See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my Lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth. As she goes, all hearts do duty Unto her beauty; And...
Página 134 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Página 119 - Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry. Her eyes like angels watch them still; Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threatening with piercing frowns to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred cherries to come nigh, Till "Cherry-ripe