For Thee Alone: Poems of LoveD. Estes, 1899 - 284 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adored Annabel Lee Arthur O'Shaughnessy beat beauty bird bless blest bliss blossom bosom breast breath bright brow Charles Fenno Hoffman charm cheek cold dare dark darling dear love dearest doth Douglas dream earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning face fair faith fear feel flowers fond gaze give hair hand happy hast hath hear heaven hope hour James Russell Lowell John Godfrey Saxe John Greenleaf Whittier life's light lips live look love thee Love's lover Margaret Elizabeth Sangster ne'er nearer never night o'er pain passion Robert Herrick rose round shadow shine sigh silence skies smile soft SONG sorrow soul stars summer sweet tears tell tender There's thine eyes Thomas Moore thought of thee thy heart Translated by Costello trembling true twas voice wander weary William Ernest Henley William Shakespeare wind words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 144 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Seite 237 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Seite 145 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Seite 251 - For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Seite 118 - 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.
Seite 223 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait...
Seite 272 - Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie. That is my home of love. If I have...
Seite 16 - FILL this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, — A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'Tis less of earth than heaven.
Seite 270 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having...
Seite 141 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.