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" mid the falling dew, When looks were fond, and words were few. Though I see smiling at thy feet Five sons and ae fair daughter sweet ; And time, and care, and birth-time woes Have... "
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Blackwood's Magazine, Том 17

1825 - 806 страници
...care, and birth-time woes, Have dimm'd thine eye, and touch' d thy rose; To thee and thoughts of thee belong All that charms me of tale or song; When words come down like dews unsought, With gleams of deap enthusiast thought, And Fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from...

The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts ..., Том 2

Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1824 - 476 страници
...birth-time woes Have dimmed thine eye, and touched thy rose ; To thee and thoughts of thee belong All tlrat charms me of tale or song ; When words come down like...thee. <), when more thought we gave of old To silver lhiui some give to gold ; '1'was sweet to sit, and ponder o'er What things should deck our humble bower...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 17

1825 - 810 страници
...care, and birth-time woes, Have dimm'd thine eye, and touch' d thy rose; To thee and thoughts of thee belong All that charms me of tale or song; When words come down like dews unsough t With gleums of deap enthusiast thought, And Fancy in her heaven flies free— They come,...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 страници
...care and birth-time woes Have dimmed thine eye, and touched thy rose ; To thee and thoughts of thee belong All that charms me of tale or song; When words...free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'T was sweet to sit and ponder...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 2

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 страници
...care and birth-time woes Have dimmed thine eye, and touched thy rose ; To thee and thoughts of thee belong All that charms me of tale or song; When words come down like dews unsought, Writh gleams of deep enthusiast thought, And Fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love,...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 страници
...and care and birth-time woes Have dimm'd thy eye, and touch'd thy rose ; To thee and thoughts of thee belong All that charms me of tale or song ; When words...free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; Twas sweet to sit and ponder...

The Spirit of the English Magazines

1825 - 498 страници
...eye, and touched thy rose : To thee and thoughts of thee belongAll that charms me of tale or gong ; When words come down like dews unsought With gleams...free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gttve of old • To silver than some give to gold ; 'Twas sweet to sit and...

The volume of the affections; or, Bridal offering

Thomas Harttree Cornish - 1836 - 538 страници
...care and birth-time woes Have dimmed thine eye and touched thy rose ; To thee and thoughts of thee belong All that charms me of tale or song : When words...free — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; Twas sweet to sit, and ponder...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...care, and hirth-time woes Have dimmed thine eye, and touched thy rose : To thee, and thoughts of thee, belong All that charms me of tale or song ; When words...free, — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet to sit and ponder...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...care, and birth-time woes Have dimmed thine eye, and touched thy rose : To thee, and thoughts of thee, belong All that charms me of tale or song ; When words...free, — They come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet to sit and ponder...




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