Lyric Love: An AnthologyWilliam Watson |
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... breath and love is lost in loathing : Low , my lute ; speak low , my lute , but say the world is nothing- Low , lute , low ! Love will hover round the flowers when they first awaken ; Love will fly the fallen leaf , and not be overtaken ...
... breath and love is lost in loathing : Low , my lute ; speak low , my lute , but say the world is nothing- Low , lute , low ! Love will hover round the flowers when they first awaken ; Love will fly the fallen leaf , and not be overtaken ...
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... , Still , still to hear her tender - taken breath , Half passionless - and so swoon on to death . JOHN KEATS . XV DAFT JEAN DAFT JEAN , The waesome wean , 14 LYRIC LOVE Alexander Pope "Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou.
... , Still , still to hear her tender - taken breath , Half passionless - and so swoon on to death . JOHN KEATS . XV DAFT JEAN DAFT JEAN , The waesome wean , 14 LYRIC LOVE Alexander Pope "Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou.
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... breath within . " O wae betide my cruel mother ! An ill death may she die ! She turned my true love frae my door , Wha came sae far to me . " O wae betide my cruel mother , An ill death may she die ! She turned fair Annie frae my door ...
... breath within . " O wae betide my cruel mother ! An ill death may she die ! She turned my true love frae my door , Wha came sae far to me . " O wae betide my cruel mother , An ill death may she die ! She turned fair Annie frae my door ...
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... breath , Which he who grasps can hold not ; liker Death , Who rides upon a thought , and makes his way Through temple , tower , and palace , and the array Of arms more strength has Love than he or they ; For it can burst his charnel ...
... breath , Which he who grasps can hold not ; liker Death , Who rides upon a thought , and makes his way Through temple , tower , and palace , and the array Of arms more strength has Love than he or they ; For it can burst his charnel ...
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... breathing low , And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Hath led me - who knows how ? To thy chamber window , Sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark , the silent stream-- And ...
... breathing low , And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Hath led me - who knows how ? To thy chamber window , Sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark , the silent stream-- And ...
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Airly Beacon Annie of Lochroyan awake Barbara beauty bird Birks Birks of Aberfeldy bonny lassie bosom braes breast breath bright cheek COVENTRY PATMORE dear delight doth dream earth EDMUND SPENSER ELOISA TO ABELARD eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Annie flame flowers forget frae gaze golden grace gray hair hand hath heart heaven heigh-ho Highland Mary kiss kye comes hame lady lass of Lochroyan leave let thee go Lewti light lips Lord Gregory love thee love's lover luve maid mind ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ROBERT BURNS ROBERT HERRICK rose round sailed sang shines sigh Sing heigh-ho smile song soul Stanza stars sweet syne tears tell thine things THOMAS CAREW thou art thought tree true love Twas unto vows waly weel wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt thou wind wings young
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Page 139 - 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 honor more.
Page 207 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
Page 159 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 154 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 85 - 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 193 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 121 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Page 14 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 194 - ... and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when...
Page 85 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible.