 The days when he would fly. How sweet they were ! Then I rebuked his speed, and now — and now I drench his wing with tears. How heavily The minutes pass. Can he avoid me ? Oh ! I almost wish — and yet that must not be. Hark, hark ! I hear a step come...  The poetical works of Barry Cornwall - Страница 33по Bryan Waller Procter - 1822Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1819 - 792 страници
...when he would fly.-How sweet they were* : Then Г rebuked his speed, and now — and now I drench hU wing with tears. How heavily The minutes pass. Can...almost wish — and yet that must not be. Hark, hark ! 1 hear a step come sounding through The hall. It (j the— murderer, Sforra. Now, Rise up my heart... | |
 | 1819 - 792 страници
...und now— ami now I drench his wing with tears. How heavily The minute« pass. Can he avoid me Ï Oh! I almost wish — and yet that must not be. Hark, hark 1 I hear a step come sounding through The hall. It It the— murderer, Sfnrza. Now, Rise up my heart... | |
 | Barry Cornwall - 1822 - 230 страници
...on't. [Exit. SCENE II. A Room, with a Banquet. ISABELLA. Time lags, and slights his duty. I remember The days when he would fly. How sweet they were !...tears. How heavily The minutes pass. Can he avoid mo ? Oh ! I almost wish — and yet that must not be. Hark, hark ! I hear a step come sounding through... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...lags, and slights his duty. I remember The days when he would fly. — How sweet they were : Then 1 rebuked his speed, and now — and now I drench his...! I hear a step come sounding through The hall. It u the — murderer, Sforza. Now, Rise up my heart in thy own strength, and do Thy act of justice bravely.... | |
 | Thomas Charlton Smith - 1824 - 180 страници
...the sorrow and the pain ! STILL, LIKE A WEARY PILGRIM. Time lags, and slights his duty. I remember The days when he would fly. — How sweet they were...his wing with tears. How heavily The minutes pass. BARRY CORNWALL. STILD, like a weary pilgrim, wandering o'er, With slow and faltering steps, life's... | |
 | Barry Cornwall - 1857 - 432 страници
...Banquet. [A year lieu paste d.] ISARELLA. Time lags, and slights his duty. I remember The days when ho would fly. How sweet they were ! Then I rebuked his...tears. How heavily The minutes pass ! Can he avoid me ? No. I hear a step come sounding through the hall. It f* the murderer, Sforzn. Now, my heart ! Rise... | |
 | 1819 - 788 страници
...The days when he would fly. -How sweet tlu-y were: Then I rebuked his* speed, and now — and now 1 drench his wing with tears. How heavily The minutes pass. Can he avoid me ? Oh ! I almost wish — ami yet that must not be. Hark, hark I 1 hear a step come sounding through The hall. It M the —... | |
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