 | 1893 - 262 страници
...rose, To thee, and thoughts of thee, belong Whate'er charms me in tale or song, When words descend like dews, unsought, With gleams of deep, enthusiast thought, And Fancy in her heaven flies free, The}1 come, my love, they come from thee. O, when more thought we gave, of old, To silver, than some... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 страници
...thy rose, To thee, and thoughts of thee belong Whate'er charms me in talc or song; When words descend he freshen'd fields, The snowy mushroom springs. How glorious is thy girdle cast O' Hies free — They come, my love, they come from thee. Oh, when more thought we gave of old To silver... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1903 - 888 страници
...care, and birth-time woes Have dimmed thine eye and touched thy rose ; To thee, and thoughts of thee, rd and so woe-begone ? The squirrel's granary is full,...cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady Oh, when more thought we gave of old To silver than some give to gold ; Twas sweet to sit and ponder... | |
 | 1904 - 542 страници
...rose, To thee, and thoughts of thee, belong Whate'er charms me in tale or song. When words descend like dews, unsought, With gleams of deep, enthusiast...flies 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 страници
...rose, To thee, and thoughts of thee, belong Whate'er charms me in tale or song. When words descend ives us ; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die...and shrives us, For a cap and bells our lives we p 0, when more thought we gave, of old, To silver than some give to gold, 'T was sweet to sit and ponder... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland - 1872 - 718 страници
...rose, 232 To thee, and thoughts of thee, belong Whate'er charms me in tale or song. When words descend like dews, unsought, With gleams of deep, enthusiast...heaven flies free, They come, my love, they come from then. O, when more thought we gave, of old, To silver, than some give to gold, 'Twas sweet to sit and... | |
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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... 
