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Page 147 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 132 - Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
Page 152 - Provide neither gold, nor silver, nor brass in your purses, nor scrip for your journey, neither two coats, neither shoes, nor yet staves: for the workman is worthy of his meat.
Page 147 - The voice of my beloved ! behold he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a roe or a young hart : Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, Shewing himself through the lattice.
Page 218 - Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our alter'd cheek.
Page 113 - To him that hath shall be given ; and from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.
Page 218 - From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day, For our delight we read of Lancelot, How him love thrall'd.
Page 250 - O patria mia, vedo le mura e gli archi E le colonne ei simulacri e l'erme Torri degli avi nostri, Ma la gloria non vedo, Non vedo il lauro e il ferro ond'eran carchi I nostri padri antichi.
Page 298 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : how profound The gulf!
Page 314 - No crowd of nymphs soft voic'd and young, and gay, In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May. But there are left delights as high as these, And I shall ever bless my destiny...