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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AE FOND KISS ALFRED TENNYSON angel beauty beloved birds bless bliss blossom blue bonnie bosom breast breath bright brow cheek dark dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feel flowers fond forever gaze give glory golden green grief hair hand happy hast hath heaven hope hour hush Iseult JEAN INGELOW John Anderson kiss lady leaves life's light lips live look LORD BYRON love thee love's lover low-backed car luve never night o'er pain pale passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY rest ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT BURNS rose round shine sighs sing skies sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul speak stars summer sweet tears tell tender thine thou art thoughts thy heart Tristram true Twas voice wake wandered wee thing weep WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wilt
Page 164 - 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. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 6 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 167 - I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And the Heavens reject not : The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow...
Page 93 - 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 177 - Of nuptial sanctity, and marriage rites : Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Page 85 - I'd clasp it round so close and tight, And I would be the necklace, And all day long to fall and rise Upon her balmy bosom, With her laughter or her sighs, And I would lie so light, so light, I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.
Page 20 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament...
Page 22 - 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.