Routledge's wedding-day book [selections from Engl. poetry] by C.A.M. BurdettGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1880 - 288 pages |
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C. A. M. Burdett. Ballantyne Press BALLANTYNE , HANSON AND CO . EDINBURGH AND LONDON January . Yon naked trees , whose shady leaves are.
C. A. M. Burdett. Ballantyne Press BALLANTYNE , HANSON AND CO . EDINBURGH AND LONDON January . Yon naked trees , whose shady leaves are.
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C. A. M. Burdett. January . Yon naked trees , whose shady leaves are lost , Wherein the birds were won't to build their bower , And now are clothed with moss and hoary frost Instead of blossoms , wherewith your buds did flower , I see ...
C. A. M. Burdett. January . Yon naked trees , whose shady leaves are lost , Wherein the birds were won't to build their bower , And now are clothed with moss and hoary frost Instead of blossoms , wherewith your buds did flower , I see ...
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... leaves ; Now am I joyful as storm - battered dove That finds a perch in the Hesperides , For thou art found . Alexander Smith . Women who marry seldom act but once ; Their lot is , ere they wed , obedience Unto a father ; thenceforth to ...
... leaves ; Now am I joyful as storm - battered dove That finds a perch in the Hesperides , For thou art found . Alexander Smith . Women who marry seldom act but once ; Their lot is , ere they wed , obedience Unto a father ; thenceforth to ...
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... leaves , and tree , Before I false my faith to thee . Dr. Thomas Lodge . Men apt to promise are apt to forget . July 18 . The bee thro ' many a garden roves , And hums his lay of courtship o'er ; But when he finds the flower he loves ...
... leaves , and tree , Before I false my faith to thee . Dr. Thomas Lodge . Men apt to promise are apt to forget . July 18 . The bee thro ' many a garden roves , And hums his lay of courtship o'er ; But when he finds the flower he loves ...
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... leaves nothing behind but froth and shells . July 30 . Jeremy Taylor . I have honour and fame full enough for my lot , And my gettings still add to the treasures I've got ; My horse is my glory - my sabre is true , And O ! my sweet wife ...
... leaves nothing behind but froth and shells . July 30 . Jeremy Taylor . I have honour and fame full enough for my lot , And my gettings still add to the treasures I've got ; My horse is my glory - my sabre is true , And O ! my sweet wife ...
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Anonymous aught August beauty bless bliss Bowring breath bright Byron charm comes Cowper dear December delight dost doth Dream E. B. Browning earth eyes face fair faith February feel fire flower Garrick gentle Gentlemen of Verona give grace half hand happy hath hear heart heaven husband January John July June kind King kiss Lady leaves light live Longfellow The Spanish look lord Lost love thee Love's March married meet mind Moore morning ne'er never night November obey October 23 October 24 once pleasing pleasure Pope Proverb rose round ruled Scotch Song September Shakespeare Shelley shine smile soft soul Spanish Student Spenser stars steals sweet tell tender thee There's thine thing Thomas thou art thought thro tongue trans true truth turn wife woman women worth wound Young youth
Popular passages
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...