 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 страници
...mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,... | |
 | James Fenimore Cooper - 1840 - 502 страници
...THE VOYAGE TO CATHAY. BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE BRAVO." "THE HEADSMAN." "THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS." &c. I fill this cup, to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman. or her gentle sex the seeming paragon ; To whom the better elements and kindly stars have given A form... | |
 | 1841 - 376 страници
...as mine of her so very much endean, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman of her gentle sex the seeming paragon— Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 страници
...mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will, not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 страници
...mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That He might be all poetry,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 страници
...her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood, Some more of such a frame, That life might be all... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 страници
...singing birds, Or that soft chain of spoken flowers, And airy gems — thy words. A HEALTH. I FIII. this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman,...stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'T is less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something... | |
 | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1843 - 530 страници
...become common air — known nnd enjoyed by everybody, but without a name. The song beginning — " I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone," A woman of her gentle sex the seeming paragon," etc. l — this, and two or tbree others of Pinkney's " entire and ! perfect cbrysolites," should be... | |
 | Charles Sealsfield - 1844 - 364 страници
...they rose, and the young man in the linen jacket gave the excellent toast of our gallant Piukney : " I fill this cup to one, made up of loveliness alone ; A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon ; Her health ! And would on earth there stood ! Same more of such a frame! That life might all be poetry,... | |
 | Edward Coote Pinkney - 1841 - 28 страници
...her so very much cnclears, When death is nigh my latest sigh will not be life's but hers. I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,... | |
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Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill... 
