The Home Book Of Verse V2 | |
Auhtor: Burton Stevenson | |
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... Saw I once a white dove, sole light of earth. Prim little scholars are the flowers of her garden, Trained to stand in rows, and asking if they ...
... those kind souls that were The noble martyrs here: And if that be the only odds (As who can tell?), ye kinder gods, Give me the woman here! ...
... flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein If you were queen of pleasure, And I were king of pain. Algernon ...
... amorous God in Greece, In search of some young mouth to kiss, By any river chance upon A sylvan scene as bright as this? But though each maid ...
... like an aspen. Her father's love she bade me gain I went, and shook like any reed! I strove to act the man - in vain! We had exchanged our ...
... And aye the burden of the sang Was, Owre the muir amang the heather. She charmed my heart, and aye sinsyne I couldna think on ony ither: By ...
... the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best And, save his good broadsword, he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode ...
... brow we gazed with awe, And loved, and wished to love, in vain But when the snow begins to thaw We shun with scorn the miry plain. Women with ...
... a ring, Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string? Counselors cunning and silent - comforters true and tried, And never a one of the ...
... And it is ever new, The first and last of all the songs For it is ever true - A little song, a tender song, The only song it hath There ...
... sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody But ...
... Does she remember mine? And what to her is now the boy Who fed her father's kine? What cares she that the orioles build For other eyes than ours, ...
... Sibert Cather [1875-The Home Book of Verse V2 LITTLE WILD BABY Through the fierce fever I nursed him, and then he said I was the woman - I! ...
... From The Maid's Tragedy Lay a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew Maidens, willow branches bear Say, I died true. My love was false, ...
... the arm of a clown, Janette, It was sinewy, bristled, and brown - my pet But warmly and softly it loved to caress Your round white neck and your ...
... Their waters amain In ruthless disdain, - Her who but lately Had shivered with pain As at touch of dishonor If there had lit on her So ...
... into mine: I don't care whether 'Tis snow or sun or rain or shine If we're together. Mortimer Collins [1827-1876]The Home Book of ...
... Verse V2 TRUTH DOTH TRUTH DESERVE From the Arcadia Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be, First be he true, for truth doth ...
... As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's ...
... yonder, that possess Their ancient seats, heedless what mortals do But I behold in all the range of Night Only the splendor of your loveliness. ...
... those kind souls that were The noble martyrs here: And if that be the only odds (As who can tell?), ye kinder gods, Give me the woman here! ...
... flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein If you were queen of pleasure, And I were king of pain. Algernon ...
... amorous God in Greece, In search of some young mouth to kiss, By any river chance upon A sylvan scene as bright as this? But though each maid ...
... like an aspen. Her father's love she bade me gain I went, and shook like any reed! I strove to act the man - in vain! We had exchanged our ...
... And aye the burden of the sang Was, Owre the muir amang the heather. She charmed my heart, and aye sinsyne I couldna think on ony ither: By ...
... the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best And, save his good broadsword, he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode ...
... brow we gazed with awe, And loved, and wished to love, in vain But when the snow begins to thaw We shun with scorn the miry plain. Women with ...
... a ring, Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string? Counselors cunning and silent - comforters true and tried, And never a one of the ...
... And it is ever new, The first and last of all the songs For it is ever true - A little song, a tender song, The only song it hath There ...
... sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready The shouts o' war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody But ...
... Does she remember mine? And what to her is now the boy Who fed her father's kine? What cares she that the orioles build For other eyes than ours, ...
... Sibert Cather [1875-The Home Book of Verse V2 LITTLE WILD BABY Through the fierce fever I nursed him, and then he said I was the woman - I! ...
... From The Maid's Tragedy Lay a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew Maidens, willow branches bear Say, I died true. My love was false, ...
... the arm of a clown, Janette, It was sinewy, bristled, and brown - my pet But warmly and softly it loved to caress Your round white neck and your ...
... Their waters amain In ruthless disdain, - Her who but lately Had shivered with pain As at touch of dishonor If there had lit on her So ...
... into mine: I don't care whether 'Tis snow or sun or rain or shine If we're together. Mortimer Collins [1827-1876]The Home Book of ...
... Verse V2 TRUTH DOTH TRUTH DESERVE From the Arcadia Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be, First be he true, for truth doth ...
... As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's ...
... yonder, that possess Their ancient seats, heedless what mortals do But I behold in all the range of Night Only the splendor of your loveliness. ...