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Aimer ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE arms beauty Beware bliss blush bonnie bosom breast breath bride bright brow c'est à vivre CARINOSAS cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE clasp Cupid darling dead dear death doth Douglas dream ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fingers flowers Forever thine forget girl glory golden gone hair hair-my pet hand hath hear heard heart heaven I-am left kiss knew lass lassie light lips live Lochinvar look LORD BYRON love thee Love's lover sang maiden ne'er Netherby never night o'er pain passion R. D. BLACKMORE Robin Adair rose SAMUEL DANIEL SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Say nay shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell tender There's thing THOMAS MOORE thought touch trot true Twas untrue Love wee wife weep whisper wilt thou leave wind WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED woman words ye're young
Page 46 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 67 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, Thy Coral clasps and Amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 206 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Page 47 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ! And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 66 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 76 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Page 197 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 49 - In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 77 - All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistingnishable throng.