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... dream love Rev. W. F. Faber ..H . Triss 156 W. S. Landor 176 Lady Mary W. Montague 129 138 .... B . Barton 192 ..Lord Byron 196 ... J . Hogg 94 .... R . Burns 71 ... J . Langhorne 422 284 W. A. Cassels 537 To my wife To one in paradise ...
... dream love Rev. W. F. Faber ..H . Triss 156 W. S. Landor 176 Lady Mary W. Montague 129 138 .... B . Barton 192 ..Lord Byron 196 ... J . Hogg 94 .... R . Burns 71 ... J . Langhorne 422 284 W. A. Cassels 537 To my wife To one in paradise ...
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... dream he hears I stood with Ellen where the stream I sought at morn the beechen bower I thank you for that downcast look I think of thee in the night I think of thee when morning spring I will love her no more - ' tis a waste of the ...
... dream he hears I stood with Ellen where the stream I sought at morn the beechen bower I thank you for that downcast look I think of thee in the night I think of thee when morning spring I will love her no more - ' tis a waste of the ...
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... dream 309 My love she is a lonely but sweet flower 401 My love was fickle once and changing Nature that gave the bee so feate a grace .. Nay , pray thee let me weep , for tears Nay , shepherd ! nay ! thou art unwary . Never believe me ...
... dream 309 My love she is a lonely but sweet flower 401 My love was fickle once and changing Nature that gave the bee so feate a grace .. Nay , pray thee let me weep , for tears Nay , shepherd ! nay ! thou art unwary . Never believe me ...
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... dream , where couldst thou find Say , Love , for what good end design'd Say , mighty love , and teach my song ..... 63 595 285 579 430 437 361 89 483 602 438 434 580 159 330 466 13 118 511 369 273 See Cytherea's birds , that milk ...
... dream , where couldst thou find Say , Love , for what good end design'd Say , mighty love , and teach my song ..... 63 595 285 579 430 437 361 89 483 602 438 434 580 159 330 466 13 118 511 369 273 See Cytherea's birds , that milk ...
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... dream of heaven awhile 429 Sleep'st thou or wak'st thou , fairest creature ? 88 So , bella mia , you've made an impression .. 27 So slept the sea within its silver bed ... 279 289 So smooth and clear the fountain was So , when the sun ...
... dream of heaven awhile 429 Sleep'st thou or wak'st thou , fairest creature ? 88 So , bella mia , you've made an impression .. 27 So slept the sea within its silver bed ... 279 289 So smooth and clear the fountain was So , when the sun ...
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Page 168 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page xxxvi - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 401 - And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies : A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider"d all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 3 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Page 59 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 312 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 302 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if...
Page 348 - Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.
Page 76 - 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.
Page 246 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...