 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 384 страници
...loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love. In * " Oh Love ! what is it, in this world of ours, Which...be loved? ah! why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1832 - 512 страници
...had staid there, with all my heart, — or, at leastthat I had never met you in your married state. 1 Oh Love ! what is it, in this world of ours, Which...be loved? ah, why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those v. l 10 dote on odours pluck the... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1832 - 456 страници
...years, And tnrn' d her pnre heart's pnrest blood to tears. Oh , love ! what is it in this world of onrs Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah, why With cypress branches hast thon wreath'd thy And made thy best interpreter a sigh? [bowers, As those who doat on odonrs plnck... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 358 страници
...Had soil'd the current of her sinless years, And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears ! n. Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours Which...their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings-we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish. (') III. In her first passion... | |
 | 1833 - 742 страници
...that heaven designs not man to sink, when he throws out bis own arms to sustain himself. CHAPTER II. " Oh Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes...Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowen, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who doat on odours pluck the flowers, And place... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1833 - 666 страници
...I had never met you in your married state. ' But all this is too late. I love you, and you love * ' Oh Love! what is it, in this world of ours, ' Which...be loved? ah, why ' With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, ' And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? ' As those who dote on odours pluck the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1833 - 658 страници
...never met you in your married state. ' But all this is too late. I love you, and you love * ' Oh Love I what is it, in this world of ours, ' Which makes it...loved ? ah, why ' With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, ' And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? ' me,—at least, you say so, and act... | |
 | Catherine George Ward - 1834 - 596 страници
...wby With cypress branches lost thou wreath•d tby howen, And made thy best interpreter a sigh.' Ai those who dote on odours pluck the flowers And place them on their breast—but place to die.— Thos, the frail beings we would fondly cheri•h, Are laid within our... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 382 страници
...loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love. In * " Oh Love ! what is it, in this world of ours, Which...be loved? ah! why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers,... | |
 | lady Marianne Dora Malet - 1836 - 596 страници
...ci-devant lover rushed down stairs, and, jumping into his cabriolet, drove rapidly away. CHAPTER II. " Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours Which...And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who doat on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on the breast — but place to die ; And the frail... | |
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Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved ? Ah, why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast... 
