The poetic negligée, by CalebSimpkin and Marshall, 1832 - 262 pàgines |
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Pàgina xvi
... Young Lady's / Easel , who had been Painting her own Portrait To Catherine Josephina M- , on happily meeting after a tedi- ous Separation . To C. J. A. 107 • 109 · 112 The Choice To • 117 · 119 To Laura • . 121 The Secret ! or how to ...
... Young Lady's / Easel , who had been Painting her own Portrait To Catherine Josephina M- , on happily meeting after a tedi- ous Separation . To C. J. A. 107 • 109 · 112 The Choice To • 117 · 119 To Laura • . 121 The Secret ! or how to ...
Pàgina 10
... young and mirthful life , this is my happiest day . I know her by that lightsome step , as if she walk'd on air- I know her by that crimson blush , which virgins do not wear— I know her by the merry , merry lustre of her eye , And I ...
... young and mirthful life , this is my happiest day . I know her by that lightsome step , as if she walk'd on air- I know her by that crimson blush , which virgins do not wear— I know her by the merry , merry lustre of her eye , And I ...
Pàgina 12
... young heart never hopelessly beat . Then , lady , vouchsafe , ere the stranger - one roam , A minstrel's devotion and truth to insure , Ere beckoned away to his far - distant home , O smile once again on the lone Troubadour THE WOMAN ...
... young heart never hopelessly beat . Then , lady , vouchsafe , ere the stranger - one roam , A minstrel's devotion and truth to insure , Ere beckoned away to his far - distant home , O smile once again on the lone Troubadour THE WOMAN ...
Pàgina 29
... young maiden's eyes . " " She died in all her summer glory , Broken - hearted and unenjoyed . " O мy bed it is a tyrant , And it will not let me sleep , And my pillow seems to whisper " Hassan , lie awake and weep . " For the couch that ...
... young maiden's eyes . " " She died in all her summer glory , Broken - hearted and unenjoyed . " O мy bed it is a tyrant , And it will not let me sleep , And my pillow seems to whisper " Hassan , lie awake and weep . " For the couch that ...
Pàgina 30
... young Zoraida died . O fatal was the dream I dreamt , For on the blush of day I woke , and from my lattice Saw the eagle seize its prey ; And the sun which rose so warmly , To illume our holy rite , Grew pale at eve , and coldly set ...
... young Zoraida died . O fatal was the dream I dreamt , For on the blush of day I woke , and from my lattice Saw the eagle seize its prey ; And the sun which rose so warmly , To illume our holy rite , Grew pale at eve , and coldly set ...
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Adieu beauty beauty's bliss bloom blush body-snatchers bosom bower breast breathe bridal bride bridegroom bright brow Cachucha celibacy charms cheek Cupid daughter dear dearest death DEVIL'S DYKE e'er erst eyes fair feel flowers fond gentle girl give grief hath heart heaven honour hour husband Hymen Isle of Wight kiss ladies lake Moeris light lone Lord Chamberlain lov'd lovers mandolines Manners and Customs marriage married matrimony Misogyny Morlach ne'er never night o'er old bachelors old maids once Parga pleasure Poetic Negligée pr'ythee Queen rose rosy Tuscan grape round shrine sigh sigh'd sing sleep smile soft song soul spell stranger-one sunny sweet tear tell tender thee There's thine thou hast thou'rt thought true truth twas Twere vex'd virginity vows warm web of fears weep whilst Whitebait wings woman women woodcock-like young Zungeed tree
Passatges populars
Pàgina 25 - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might, the majesty of Loveliness...
Pàgina 21 - Amour ! Amour ! quand tu nous tiens, On peut bien dire : Adieu prudence ! FABLE II.
Pàgina 68 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Pàgina 121 - I have railed so long against marriage: But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.— Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her.
Pàgina 49 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Pàgina xiii - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Pàgina 157 - According to another version of the same proverbial rhyme, we are told :— " The man's a fool who tries by force or skill To stem the current of a woman's will, For if she will, she will, you may depend on't, And if she won't, she won't, and there's an end...
Pàgina 220 - Peace between malicious women is compared to a horse who is made to walk over the ice not properly shod ; or to a vessel in a storm without a rudder ; or to a lame man who should attempt to follow the mountain goats with a young foal or yearling mule.
Pàgina 212 - Plutarch, no man found fault with what was said to Dercyllidas, a great captain, and one that had commanded armies, who coming into the place of assembly, a young man, instead of rising and making room, told him, "Sir, you must not expect that honour from me being young, which cannot be returned to me by a child of yours when I am old.
Pàgina 65 - ... I came to tell thee something : what, I know not. I only know one word that should have been ; And that Oh ! if thy skin were seam'd with wrinkles, If on thy cheek sate sallow hollowness, If thy warm voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill ; But to that breathing form, those ripe round lips, Like a full parted cherry, those dark eyes, Rich in such dewy languors...