 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1823 - 402 страници
...question much, That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul ; • Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For, if the sinewy thread my brain... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1823 - 398 страници
...question much, That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul ; Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For, if the sinewy thread my brain... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1854 - 980 страници
...noticr* UM cirrumitanrr of bit kk lair wife's hair about hb arm, in a little poem which it call«J " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question...that, which unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to eontrol, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution." Again, the following lines, the title... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1876 - 474 страници
...In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hop'st her stiffness by long siege to bow:) Little think'et thou, That thou to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake,...mosaic-work. " I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Wlio died before the God of Love ieas fcora : I cannot think that he, who then lov'd most, Sunk so... | |
 | John Skelton - 1879 - 932 страници
...shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns mine arm; For 't is my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which unto heaven...keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part, Can tie those parts, and make me one... | |
 | Hesperus - 1882 - 238 страници
...question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm ! The mystery, the sign you must not touch : For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone. Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 396 страници
...question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm ! The mystery, the sign you must not touch : For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets... | |
 | English lyrics - 1883 - 340 страници
...The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, and make me one... | |
 | 1890 - 332 страници
...The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, and make me one... | |
 | 1927 - 554 страници
...question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto...keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, and make me one... | |
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tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. 
