Fondare 722 Risultati per: Divine Love
What a wound thou hast made, my bride, my true love, what a wound thou hast made in this heart of mine! And all with one glance of an eye, all with one ringlet straying on thy neck! (Song of Solomon 4, 9)
Sweet, sweet are thy caresses, my bride, my true love; wine cannot ravish the senses like that embrace, nor any spices match the perfume that breathes from thee. (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
My bride, my true love, a close garden; hedged all about, a spring shut in and sealed! What wealth of grace is here! (Song of Solomon 4, 12)
Into his garden, then, let my true love come, and taste his fruit.✻ The garden gained, my bride, my heart’s love; myrrh and spices of mine all reaped; the honey eaten in its comb, the wine drunk and the milk, that were kept for me! Eat your fill, lovers; drink, sweethearts, and drink deep! (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
I lie asleep; but oh, my heart is wakeful! A knock on the door, and then my true love’s voice: Let me in, my true love, so gentle, my bride, so pure! See, how bedewed is this head of mine, how the night rains have drenched my hair! (Song of Solomon 5, 2)
Then my true love thrust his hand through the lattice, and I trembled inwardly at his touch. (Song of Solomon 5, 4)
as I caught the latch. When I opened, my true love was gone; he had passed me by. How my heart had melted at the sound of his voice! And now I searched for him in vain; there was no answer when I called out to him. (Song of Solomon 5, 6)
I charge you, maidens of Jerusalem, fall you in with the man I long for, give him this news of me, that I pine away with love.✻ (Song of Solomon 5, 8)
Oh, that sweet utterance! Nothing of him but awakes desire. Such is my true love, maidens of Jerusalem; such is the companion I have lost. (Song of Solomon 5, 16)
But where went he, fairest of women, this true love of thine? Tell us what haunts he loves, and we will come with thee to search for him. (Song of Solomon 5, 17)
Where should he be, my true love, but among the spices; where but in his garden, gathering the lilies? (Song of Solomon 6, 1)
All mine, my true love, and I all his; ever he would choose the lilies for his pasture-ground.✻ (Song of Solomon 6, 2)
