The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1845 - 504 sider |
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... Thine , thine the victory - thine the sin― If love hath made one thought his own , That vengeance claims first - last - alone ! Oh ! had we never , never met , Or could this heart e'en now forget How link'd , how bless'd we might have ...
... Thine , thine the victory - thine the sin― If love hath made one thought his own , That vengeance claims first - last - alone ! Oh ! had we never , never met , Or could this heart e'en now forget How link'd , how bless'd we might have ...
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... thine eye Thy whole heart leapt in ecstasy ! And lovely is that heart of thine , Or sure these eyes could never shine With such a wild , yet bashful glee , Gay , half - o'ercome timidity ! Nature has breathed into thy face A spirit of ...
... thine eye Thy whole heart leapt in ecstasy ! And lovely is that heart of thine , Or sure these eyes could never shine With such a wild , yet bashful glee , Gay , half - o'ercome timidity ! Nature has breathed into thy face A spirit of ...
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... thine ! " And trust me , ' t is not that thy cheek Is colourless and cold , Nor that thine eye is slow to speak What only eyes have told ; For many a cheek of paler white Hath blush'd with passion's kiss ; And many an eye of lesser ...
... thine ! " And trust me , ' t is not that thy cheek Is colourless and cold , Nor that thine eye is slow to speak What only eyes have told ; For many a cheek of paler white Hath blush'd with passion's kiss ; And many an eye of lesser ...
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