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A Book of English Love Poems: Chosen Out of Poets From Wyatt to Arnold ...
Podgląd niedostępny - 2017
A Book of English Love Poems: Chosen Out of Poets from Wyatt to Arnold
Podgląd niedostępny - 2016
Airly Beacon Airs by Thomas Annabel Lee awake beauty Ben Jonson birds blush Book of Airs bosom breast breath bright brow cheek dear death delight doth dream echo ring Edmund Spenser Elizabeth Barrett Browning face fair fear fire flame flowers golden grace hair hand happy hath hear heaven heavenly heigh-ho honour John Dryden kiss lady leave light lips live look Lord Tennyson love thee love's lover lute lyric maid MISTRESS ne'er never night numbers o'er passion Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure poem poet Poetry rest Robert Herrick rose shining sigh Sing heigh-ho sleep smiles soft song SONNET sorrow soul stars stay sweet tears tell things Thomas Campion Thomas Carew thou art thought thy love Twas unto verse voice vows Walter Savage Landor wanton weep William William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wilt thou wind wings
Strona 150 - The floating clouds their state. shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Strona 50 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Strona 107 - 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.
Strona 52 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Strona 47 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Strona 178 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
Strona 185 - 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...
Strona 49 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
Strona 75 - 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.