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I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a fairy's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made ...
Full be thy heart with joy for ever, May time ne'er cypher on thy brow; Through life may beauty's rose and lily Dance on thy healthy cheeks, as now; Forget thy broken vows and never Let thy wakeful conscience tell That thou did'st e'er mislead or wrong me; Oh, Arabella fare thee well. English words by the late Cubelyn to the tune 'Myfanwy' by ...
As o'er the chill and dusky brow of Night, In Finland's wintry skies, the Mimic Morn Electric pours a stream of rosy light, Pleas'd I have mark'd Oppression, terror-pale, Since, thro' the windings of her dark machine, Thy steady eye has shot its glances keen— And bade th' All-lovely "scenes at distance hail".
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed thy kids, beside the shepherds' tents. {P} 9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. 10 Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads. 11 We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both, And to his robbery had annex’d thy ...
Well, it took nearly four hours in the glam chair each and every day, a lineup of wigs, prosthetics and even fake eyebrows. Lily James' Iconic Transformation Into Pamela Anderson for 'Pam & Tommy ...
Thy praise shall never, never fail Throughout eternity! Crown him with crowns of gold, All nations great and small, Crown him, ye martyred saints of old, The Lamb once slain for all; The Lamb once slain for them Who bring their praises now, As jewels for the diadem That girds his sacred brow. Crown him the Son of God
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow; If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. I'll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death, And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath; And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow, If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. In mansions of glory and endless delight,