 | John D. Post - 1842 - 314 страници
...plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed : All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall,* Ne'er roughened1* by those cataracts and breaks That humor interposed, too often makes ; All this, still... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1842 - 386 страници
...plum'; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed' By thy own hand', till fresh they shone and glowed'. All this', and more endearing still than all'. Thy...constant flow of love', that knew no fall', Ne'er'' roughened by those cataracts and breaks' That', humour1 interposed', too often makes'; All this', still... | |
 | 1843 - 184 страници
...plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hands, till fresh they shone and glowed. All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humor interposed too often makes ; All this still legible... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 страници
...bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestow'd By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glow'd...still legible in memory's page, And still to be so till my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may ;... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed : 844 roughened by those cataract« and breaks, That humour interposed too ойец_ makes ; All this, still... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 страници
...plum'; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed : All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed : lie argues in tbat knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 страници
...plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 страници
...; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; — All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; — All this still... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 страници
...; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; — All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humor interposed too often makes ; — All this, still... | |
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Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid... 
