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... wind that shook the spangled tree , The whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; Still slowly passed the melancholy day , And still the stranger wist not where to stray . The world was sad ! -the garden was a wild ! And man , the ...
... wind that shook the spangled tree , The whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; Still slowly passed the melancholy day , And still the stranger wist not where to stray . The world was sad ! -the garden was a wild ! And man , the ...
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... wind ; And in the soul a wild odor is felt , Beyond the sense , like fiery dews that melt Into the bosom of a frozen bud.- See where she stands ! a mortal shape indued With love and life and light and deity , And motion which may change ...
... wind ; And in the soul a wild odor is felt , Beyond the sense , like fiery dews that melt Into the bosom of a frozen bud.- See where she stands ! a mortal shape indued With love and life and light and deity , And motion which may change ...
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... winds , with beauties so divine Ravished , staid not till in her golden hair They did themselves , oh sweetest prison ! twine ; And fain those Eol's youth there would their stay Have made , but forced by nature still to fly , First did ...
... winds , with beauties so divine Ravished , staid not till in her golden hair They did themselves , oh sweetest prison ! twine ; And fain those Eol's youth there would their stay Have made , but forced by nature still to fly , First did ...
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... - washed with dew , Or like the purple of Narcissus ' flower , No frost their fair , no wind doth waste their power , But by her breath her beauties do renew . Her crystal chin like to the purest mould , Enchased 4 SECOND EVENING . 53.
... - washed with dew , Or like the purple of Narcissus ' flower , No frost their fair , no wind doth waste their power , But by her breath her beauties do renew . Her crystal chin like to the purest mould , Enchased 4 SECOND EVENING . 53.
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... winds meet . Nay , her white and polished neck , With the lace that doth it deck , Is my mother's ! hearts of slain Lovers , made into a chain ! And between each rising breast Lies the valley called my nest , Where I sit and proyne my ...
... winds meet . Nay , her white and polished neck , With the lace that doth it deck , Is my mother's ! hearts of slain Lovers , made into a chain ! And between each rising breast Lies the valley called my nest , Where I sit and proyne my ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angel Annabel Lee beam beauty beauty's BEN JONSON beneath bless bliss bloom blue blush bonnie bonnie lass bonny brown bosom breast breath bright bright eyes brow charms cheek dance dark darling dear delight divine doth dream earth EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Eleänore face fair fairest flowers gaze gentle glance glow golden grace hair hand happy hath heart heaven Hermioné hope kiss lady lass lassie light lips little women live look LORD BYRON Love's loveliness maid maiden mind moon morn Myrrha's eyes ne'er never night o'er Paradise pearl poets praise pure ROBERT BURNS Rosalind rose round shade shadow shine sigh sight sing smile soft song sorrow soul star sweet tears tender thee thine thing THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Translation violet voice WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woman women young Jessie
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Page 274 - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 300 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white ; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Page 222 - When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Page 300 - Out went the taper as she hurried in; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide: No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tougueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Page 302 - Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters; Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.
Page 18 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Page 17 - Of nuptial sanctity and marriage rites. Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Page 67 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.
Page 57 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark, her...
Page 214 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.