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ALFRED TENNYSON 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 face fair fairest flowers gaze gentle glance glow golden grace hair hand happy hath heart heaven hope kiss lady lass lassie light lily 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 tresses unto violet voice WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woman women young Jessie
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 17 - Of nuptial sanctity and marriage rites. Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...