Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets: Biographical Sketches of Women Celebrated in Ancient and Modern PoetryJames R. Osgood and Company, 1879 - 517 páginas |
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Memoirs of the Loves of the Poets: Biographical Sketches of Women Celebrated ... Mrs. Jameson (Anna) Visualização integral - 1888 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
addressed admiration affection afterwards alludes amiable amore appears Ariosto attachment battle of Pavia Beatrice beauty Canzone Castara celebrated character charms Chaucer CONJUGAL POETRY Countess court Dante daughter death delight died Donne doth Duchess Earl earth elegant Elizabeth expression exquisite eyes fair fame fancy feeling female genius gentle glory grace grief Habington happiness hath heart heaven honor husband imagination inspired Ischia Italian Klopstock Lady Sunderland Laura Leonora Leonora Baroni letters lines lived look Lord Lyttelton lover Lucy Madame Madame de Staël marriage married Meta mind mistress mother never noble passion person Pescara Petrarch poems poet poetical Pope praise Queen Robert Drury Saint Lambert says sentiment smiles song Sonnet soul Spenser spirit Stella style sweet talents Tasso tears tenderness thee thing thou thought tion Troubadours truth VERONICA GAMBARA verse virtue Vittoria Colonna Voltaire wife woman women wrote young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 270 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 188 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 271 - When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Página 268 - 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.
Página 185 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Página 186 - In many's looks the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell.
Página 178 - And blesses her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheeks, And the pure snow with goodly vermeil stain, Like crimson dyed in grain...
Página 457 - Why bade ye else, ye powers! her soul aspire Above the vulgar flight of low desire? Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes, The glorious fault of angels and of gods: Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.
Página 462 - ... ear ; She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules ; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most when she obeys ; Let fops or fortune fly which way they will, Disdains all loss of tickets or codille ; Spleen, vapours, or smallpox, above them all, And mistress of herself, though china fall.
Página 185 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.