Routledge's wedding-day book [selections from Engl. poetry] by C.A.M. BurdettGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 288 pages |
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... John Logan . Each morning my darling would bid me go To my work with a fond farewell , And would welcome me back when the sun was low With a sweetness which none can tell . E. Courtenay . Is't possible that so short a time can alter the ...
... John Logan . Each morning my darling would bid me go To my work with a fond farewell , And would welcome me back when the sun was low With a sweetness which none can tell . E. Courtenay . Is't possible that so short a time can alter the ...
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... The arms that fold thee will defend . I do love you more than words Can wield the matter . John Logan . Shakespeare ( King Lear ) . March 29 . March 30 . Let fortune's gifts at 70 March 28 . I have a heart for her that's kind, ...
... The arms that fold thee will defend . I do love you more than words Can wield the matter . John Logan . Shakespeare ( King Lear ) . March 29 . March 30 . Let fortune's gifts at 70 March 28 . I have a heart for her that's kind, ...
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... John Logan . Of all the paths that lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest . Beaumont and Fletcher . April 11 . You say , sir , once a wit allow'd A woman to be like a cloud ; Accept a simile as soon Between a woman , and the moon ...
... John Logan . Of all the paths that lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest . Beaumont and Fletcher . April 11 . You say , sir , once a wit allow'd A woman to be like a cloud ; Accept a simile as soon Between a woman , and the moon ...
Page 100
... can'st thou give more than this ! Sir John Bowring . Perhaps the only comfort which remains Is the unheeded clanking of my chains , The which I make , and call it melody . Shelley . May 5 . May 6 . Mine own dear love 100 May 4 .
... can'st thou give more than this ! Sir John Bowring . Perhaps the only comfort which remains Is the unheeded clanking of my chains , The which I make , and call it melody . Shelley . May 5 . May 6 . Mine own dear love 100 May 4 .
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... John Keats . He's witty , wise , and honour'd too ; Tasteful , learned , thro ' and thro ' ; Calm , courageous , just , urbane , Courteous , aye ! without a stain . F. Faludi , trans . by Sir J. Bowring . Her voice was ever soft ...
... John Keats . He's witty , wise , and honour'd too ; Tasteful , learned , thro ' and thro ' ; Calm , courageous , just , urbane , Courteous , aye ! without a stain . F. Faludi , trans . by Sir J. Bowring . Her voice was ever soft ...
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Anonymous April aught August August 29 beauty bliss Bowring breath brow Byron charm Coventry Patmore Cowper Crabbe dear December 12 December 23 delight doth E. B. Browning e'er earth eyes face fair faith February February 18 flower frown Garrick gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace grief hand happy hath heart heaven husband January January 18 January 20 July June kiss Lady live Longfellow Song Longfellow The Spanish look love thee Love's Labour's Lost Lyttelton March mind Moore ne'er never night November November 23 obey October 23 October 24 on't pleasure Pope Proverb Scotch Song September September 21 Shakespeare Cymbeline Shakespeare King Henry Shakespeare Midsummer Night's Shakespeare Taming Shakespeare Two Gentlemen Shelley Shrew smile Song of Hiawatha soul Spanish Student Spenser sweet tender There's thine Thomas Lodge Thomas Sylvestre thou art thro timid thread trans true love Westland Marston wife woman
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Page 236 - What years, i' faith? Vio. About your years, my lord. DUKE. Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart...
Page 208 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband...
Page 168 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 168 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 144 - From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer...
Page 104 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Page 142 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Page 205 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 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, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
Page 144 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Page 88 - Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty, Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare...