The poetic negligée, by CalebSimpkin and Marshall, 1832 - 262 pàgines |
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Pàgina 46
... their lips in a cold embrace , Their knell was the cannon's rattle , And the grave of the knight and his true - love Page Is the crimson heath of battle ! WOMAN'S WITCHERIES . " The syren's song Wrecks not the 46 THE TRUE - LOVE PAGE .
... their lips in a cold embrace , Their knell was the cannon's rattle , And the grave of the knight and his true - love Page Is the crimson heath of battle ! WOMAN'S WITCHERIES . " The syren's song Wrecks not the 46 THE TRUE - LOVE PAGE .
Pàgina 47
W H. Armstrong. WOMAN'S WITCHERIES . " The syren's song Wrecks not the list'ning sailor half so soon As woman's sigh ... song could wile My spirit to devotion . There's been a time my sweetest bliss Was woman's heart 47 Woman's Witcheries ·
W H. Armstrong. WOMAN'S WITCHERIES . " The syren's song Wrecks not the list'ning sailor half so soon As woman's sigh ... song could wile My spirit to devotion . There's been a time my sweetest bliss Was woman's heart 47 Woman's Witcheries ·
Pàgina 82
... song- Not e'en Catullus ' harp of fire , Nor Moore's mellifluous tongue ; Nor all that's ere been sung or said By bard or warm or true , Can emulate my Lesbian maid , The lay inspir'd by you . Its thrilling visions scintillate In man's ...
... song- Not e'en Catullus ' harp of fire , Nor Moore's mellifluous tongue ; Nor all that's ere been sung or said By bard or warm or true , Can emulate my Lesbian maid , The lay inspir'd by you . Its thrilling visions scintillate In man's ...
Pàgina 94
... song , would oft the eve beguile , While breathless , to her witching note , Which on th ' enamour'd breeze would float , I've listening sat , and scarce believ'd Such sounds could be by mortal breath'd ; Thoughts ill attun'd to hours ...
... song , would oft the eve beguile , While breathless , to her witching note , Which on th ' enamour'd breeze would float , I've listening sat , and scarce believ'd Such sounds could be by mortal breath'd ; Thoughts ill attun'd to hours ...
Pàgina 136
... song- " Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " Now , how the deuce the prophet knew That I should ever want Miss Little - is a parable T'expound to you I can't . And stranger still , how he could tell . Amongst ...
... song- " Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . " Now , how the deuce the prophet knew That I should ever want Miss Little - is a parable T'expound to you I can't . And stranger still , how he could tell . Amongst ...
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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...