 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...  Lord Byron's Life in Italy - Страница 168по Teresa Guiccioli (contessa di) - 2005 - 700 странициОграничен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1841 - 832 страници
...even from hie pen : — Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours. That makes it fatal to be lored ? Ah, why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers. And made thy b«'-t interpreter a Mgh ? As thuso, who doat on odours, pluck the flower«, And place them in their... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1844 - 780 страници
...nation, and of no country, — or, rather, of all. BYEON. 11 Bologna, August 23. 1819." * • Oh Lore I what Is it, in this world of ours. Which makes it...be loved ? ah ! why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? not understand them — which is the reason... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1844 - 786 страници
...country, — or, rather, of all. BYBON. " Bologna, August 23. 1819." > " Oh Love I what Is It, In thU world of ours. Which makes It fatal to be loved ? ah ! why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers. And made thy best Interpreter a sigh ? o= lot understand them — which is the... | |
 | Thomas Jefferson Jacobs - 1844 - 396 страници
...kindled between them " Oh love ! what is it in this world of ours That makes it fatal to be loved ? oh ! why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh ?" Onward we sped. A party of natives came off to trade, and we anchored. A chief stole a piece of... | |
 | 1845 - 614 страници
...benighted — Glory's burning generous swell, Fancy, and the Poet's shell. REV. CHARLES WOLFE. . LOVE. e Of those long vanished yean, Alas, the wine before ? 4s those who doat on odors pluck the fl»wers, And place them on their breast — but place to die... | |
 | Stella - 1845 - 256 страници
...All thine ? and must I burst thy magic spell ? My first, my only love, farewell—farewell." cxxxm. "Oh love, what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved; oh, why With cypress branches, hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh?"... | |
 | 1848 - 650 страници
...of his own peace seemed strong within him, and painfully he felt the force of the Poet's language " Oh love what is it in this world of ours Which makes...made thy best interpreter a sigh — As those who doat on odours pluck the flowers And place them on their breast, but place to dieThus the frail beings... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1847 - 394 страници
...ours, Which makes it fatal to be loved? ah! why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowsrs. And made thy best, interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breasts—but place to die— Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish... | |
 | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1850 - 334 страници
...this world of ours, That makes it fatal to be loyed—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 And place upon;their breasts, but place to die ; So the frail beings we would, fondly cherish, Are... | |
 | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1850 - 334 страници
...wish she had not spurned so great a love as mine ! " Oh Love ! what is it, in this world of ours, That makes it fatal to 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... | |
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