Love's Old Sweet SongDodd, Mead, 1903 - 331 psl. |
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... What sent you here on that night of all nights , Breaking his slumber , dreamless and deep , Just as I whispered below my breath , " Love has forgotten and gone to sleep " ? ANNE REEVE ALDRICH . LOVE , THE DESTROYER . LOVE is a Fire ; 3.
... What sent you here on that night of all nights , Breaking his slumber , dreamless and deep , Just as I whispered below my breath , " Love has forgotten and gone to sleep " ? ANNE REEVE ALDRICH . LOVE , THE DESTROYER . LOVE is a Fire ; 3.
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... breath , And make thee still more beauteous with their death . " Love is a Fire ; But ah , how short - lived is the flame Desire ! Love , having burnt whatever once we cherished , And blackened all things else , itself hath per- ished ...
... breath , And make thee still more beauteous with their death . " Love is a Fire ; But ah , how short - lived is the flame Desire ! Love , having burnt whatever once we cherished , And blackened all things else , itself hath per- ished ...
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... breath , their bloom ; A wind that gently lifts them and caresses , And wings itself and floats about the room ; The beauty that the flame of youth expresses , A tender fire , too tender to consume , Which , seizing all my soul ...
... breath , their bloom ; A wind that gently lifts them and caresses , And wings itself and floats about the room ; The beauty that the flame of youth expresses , A tender fire , too tender to consume , Which , seizing all my soul ...
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... breath- ing low that I sicken for love . I charge you , O dews of the dawn , O tears of the star of the morn , That ye fall at the feet of my love , with the sound of one weeping forlorn . I charge you , O birds of the air , O birds ...
... breath- ing low that I sicken for love . I charge you , O dews of the dawn , O tears of the star of the morn , That ye fall at the feet of my love , with the sound of one weeping forlorn . I charge you , O birds of the air , O birds ...
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... breath could scare thy deeds , As the soft south can blow And toss the feathered seeds , Then might I let thee go . I will not let thee go . Had not the great sun seen , I might ; Or were he reckoned slow To bring the false to light ...
... breath could scare thy deeds , As the soft south can blow And toss the feathered seeds , Then might I let thee go . I will not let thee go . Had not the great sun seen , I might ; Or were he reckoned slow To bring the false to light ...
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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY Auf wiedersehen Ballade beauty beneath birds bloom blossom blow blue breast breath bright brow buds CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER CHRISTINA G cold DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dawn dead dear deep earth F. W. BOURDILLON face fade faint fair feet flowers fragrance garden gleam gold golden gone grace grass gray green hair hast hath hear heart heaven hill hour hush J. B. B. NICHOLS kiss lady leaves let thee go light lingers lips look Love could last love thee Love's lover Lyrics MADISON CAWEIN Midsummer days moon morning never night o'er pain pale pass rose round shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft soul spring star summer Sweetheart tears THEODORE WRATISLAW thing Thou art thou canst tree Verses violets voice W. E. HENLEY warm wearily whisper wind wings word
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