Cupid's album: being a choice collection of elegant compliments and brilliant jeux-d'espritSherwood, Gilbert & Piper, 1826 - 228 pages |
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... face , And the sweet voice of Eleanore . Had I been Lawrence , Kings had wanted Their portraits , ' till I'd painted yours ; And these had future hearts enchanted , When this poor verse no more endures . I would have left the Congress ' ...
... face , And the sweet voice of Eleanore . Had I been Lawrence , Kings had wanted Their portraits , ' till I'd painted yours ; And these had future hearts enchanted , When this poor verse no more endures . I would have left the Congress ' ...
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... face , and exclaimed , with gallant kindness , - " Look not on the star so earnestly , my life - I cannot give it you . " THE BEAUTIFUL THIEF . E'en whilst thou slep'st in infant rest , Thou stol'st the whiteness of the snow ; And soon ...
... face , and exclaimed , with gallant kindness , - " Look not on the star so earnestly , my life - I cannot give it you . " THE BEAUTIFUL THIEF . E'en whilst thou slep'st in infant rest , Thou stol'st the whiteness of the snow ; And soon ...
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... face , blushing beauty and bliss . Soon Cupid espied her so calmly reposing : " Why sleep'st thou , my mother , ' tis Cupid - oh ! speak ; Bright Phoebus is set , and night's curtains are closing : " He spoke , and his finger impress'd ...
... face , blushing beauty and bliss . Soon Cupid espied her so calmly reposing : " Why sleep'st thou , my mother , ' tis Cupid - oh ! speak ; Bright Phoebus is set , and night's curtains are closing : " He spoke , and his finger impress'd ...
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... face ; And , polite to your pain , when a present you send , Give the thorn to yourself , and the rose to your friend . LIPS AND EYES , OR SMILES AND TEARS , From the Italian . In Celia's face , a question did arise , Which were more ...
... face ; And , polite to your pain , when a present you send , Give the thorn to yourself , and the rose to your friend . LIPS AND EYES , OR SMILES AND TEARS , From the Italian . In Celia's face , a question did arise , Which were more ...
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... face , By dimples and eye - brows , that raptures convey , And strike every heart with amaze ; Sly Venus being nigh - said , " those features bespeak , That a rival in beauty is meant ; " By envy sore stung , jogg'd the hånd from the ...
... face , By dimples and eye - brows , that raptures convey , And strike every heart with amaze ; Sly Venus being nigh - said , " those features bespeak , That a rival in beauty is meant ; " By envy sore stung , jogg'd the hånd from the ...
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admiration adorn beams beauteous beauty beauty's blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright Celia's charms cheek Chloe compliment Cupid dart dear maid delight DOCTOR JOHNSON doth dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE DUKE OF ANJOU e'er earth face fair fairest fate feel flame flower fond GALLANTRY gaze gentle gift give glance grace hair hand hath heart heaven heavenly HERRICK hour Julia Kinsale kiss LADY'S lave o't light lips look LORD BYRON LORD LANSDOWNE Love's lover Madam MADRIGAL Majesty mind mistress morn Mount Edgecumbe ne'er never night nymph o'er the lave passion pity Pleas'd Procris Queen R. B. SHERIDAN rapture RICHARD RYAN ROBERT BURNS rose rosy round shine sigh SIR WALTER RALEIGH sleep smile soft song soul stars stole sweet tears tell thee thine eye thou art thought Venus whistle o'er woman YOUNG LADY
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Page 55 - ASK ME No MORE 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. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note.
Page 79 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Page 110 - 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. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 56 - The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your...
Page 89 - At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing...
Page 80 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Page 170 - The lark now leaves his watr'y nest And climbing, shakes his dewy wings; He takes this window for the East; And to implore your light, he sings, Awake, awake, the morn will never rise. Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes.
Page 58 - ... give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
Page 57 - And now I beseech thee, lady, not as though I wrote a new commandment unto thee, but that which we had from the beginning, that we love one another.
Page 200 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown?