Love-Knots and Bridal-Bands; Poems, Selected and Arranged by F. Langbridge

Love-Knots and Bridal-Bands; Poems, Selected and Arranged by F. Langbridge

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By (author) Love-Knots

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  • Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com
  • Format: Paperback | 72 pages
  • Dimensions: 189mm x 246mm x 4mm | 145g
  • Publication date: 22 May 2012
  • Publication City/Country: Miami Fl
  • ISBN 10: 1236432622
  • ISBN 13: 9781236432629
  • Illustrations note: black & white illustrations

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 Excerpt: ...I never knew Until she smiled on me. Oh, then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold--To mine they ne'er reply; And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye: Her very frowns are sweeter far Than smiles of other maidens are. Hartley Coleridge. When passion's trance is overpast, If tenderness and truth could last Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber, dark and deep, I should not weep, I should not weep! It were enough to feel, to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly, And dream the rest--and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen, Could'st thou but be as thou hast been. After the slumber of the year, The woodland violets reappear, All things revive in field or grove, And sky and sea, but two, which move, And for all others, life and love. P. B. Shelley. I'M IN LOVE. I'm in love, there's no denying, As deep as deep can be; And I'm sighing! sighing! sighing! For a girl who loves not me. From my heart still vainly trying Her sweet image out to blot; Ever dying! dying! dying! For a girl who loves me not. There is nought I prize above her, None on earth like her I see; And I love her! love her! love her! Though I know she loves not me. Scenes and sounds in memory floating Which can never be forgot, Keep me doating! doating! doating I On a girl who loves me not. J. R. Planche'. Songs and Poems. (Chatto and Windus.) SONG. Has summer come without the rose, Or left the bird behind? Is the blue changed above thee, O world! or am I blind? Will you change every flower that grows, Or only change this spot, Where she who said, I love thee, Now says, I love thee not? The skies seemed true above thee, The rose true on the tree; The bird seemed true the summer through, But all proved fal...

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