The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest PoemsMilner and Sowerby, 1866 - 480 sider |
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... neath that oaken tree ? Shall I clasp the same fond creature To this wildly beating heart , And when nestling here , feel conscious That we never more shall part ? Yes , dear Leonore , I see thee , On LOVE POEMS . 27.
... neath that oaken tree ? Shall I clasp the same fond creature To this wildly beating heart , And when nestling here , feel conscious That we never more shall part ? Yes , dear Leonore , I see thee , On LOVE POEMS . 27.
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... neath the passing cloud , She would not tell me my secret aloud . I told the sun as he rose from the east , Shaking the dew from his foaming crest , But no , not a word - he sped on his way , Not one whit would he help me my secret to ...
... neath the passing cloud , She would not tell me my secret aloud . I told the sun as he rose from the east , Shaking the dew from his foaming crest , But no , not a word - he sped on his way , Not one whit would he help me my secret to ...
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... neath a stone , It is well there are none who will weep me . I'LL LOVE NO MORE . ' I'LL love no more , ' - I said , with quivering sigh ; Too full this heart has been of hope and trust : Love's lightest flowers have but to bloom and die ...
... neath a stone , It is well there are none who will weep me . I'LL LOVE NO MORE . ' I'LL love no more , ' - I said , with quivering sigh ; Too full this heart has been of hope and trust : Love's lightest flowers have but to bloom and die ...
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... neath thy glance my heart all strength forscking , Pants in my breast as pants the frighted dove ; If to think on thee ever , sleeping - waking- Oh ! if this be to love thee , I do love ! LOVE'S MAGIC BLOSSOM . WHEN Love's magic blossom ...
... neath thy glance my heart all strength forscking , Pants in my breast as pants the frighted dove ; If to think on thee ever , sleeping - waking- Oh ! if this be to love thee , I do love ! LOVE'S MAGIC BLOSSOM . WHEN Love's magic blossom ...
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... neath the vine - encircled bowers , We watched the glittering worlds above . But should my feeble brain give way , And swear from thee it cannot part ; Thou must forgive the simple lay , That wanders from a withered heart . I know at ...
... neath the vine - encircled bowers , We watched the glittering worlds above . But should my feeble brain give way , And swear from thee it cannot part ; Thou must forgive the simple lay , That wanders from a withered heart . I know at ...
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The Poetical Keepsake: Consisting of the Sweetest Poems - Primary Source Edition Anonymous,BiblioBazaar Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2013 |
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angel beam beauty beneath bird bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow burning canst charms cheek cold dark dear deep dream E'en e'er earth eyes fade fair faithless fancy farewell feel flowers flowing tears fond fondly forget gaze gentle glance gleam glow grief hath hear heaven hope hour IANTHE kiss lady life's light lingering lips lonely look lov'd love thee Love's lover lute lyre maid maiden memory morning murmuring nature's best ne'er neath never Nevermore night nymph o'er pain pale passion pure Quoth the Raven rapture rill rose shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit star strain sweet tears tell tender thine think of thee thou art thou hast thought thrilling tone Twas Twill voice vows wake wander weary weep whispers wild wilt wind words young youth
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Side 166 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Side 167 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Side 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 165 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Side 165 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door — "'Tis some visitor, "I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Side 146 - Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
Side 166 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Side 439 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Side 167 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Side 148 - 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...