O Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace ! Thou false mistress of man ! thou dost sport with him lightly In his hours of ease and enjoyment ; and brightly Dost thou smile to his smile ; to his joys thou... Lucile - Σελίδα 91των Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1868 - 261 σελίδεςΠλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
| Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1865 - 670 σελίδες
...gaiety."* 0 Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace I Thou false mistress of man ! thou dost sport with...brightly Dost thou smile to his smile ; to his joys thou inclines!, But his sorrows, thou knowest them not, nor diviuest. While he woos, thou art wanton ; thou... | |
| Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1865 - 678 σελίδες
...the room, while the merry call of the blackbirds sounded from the garden with insolent gaiety."* 0 Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace I Thou false mistress of man ! thou dost sport with him lightly In his hours of ease and enjoyment... | |
| New York State Agricultural Society - 1868 - 604 σελίδες
...regarding our own destiny, and suggests the question, are we to arrive at the tame nothingness? " 0, Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace ***** Hast thon never an anguish to heave the heart under That fair breast of thine, O thou feminine... | |
| F. J - 1870 - 346 σελίδες
...of the room, while the merry call of the blackbirds sounded from the garden with insolent gaiety." 0 Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy...smile; to his joys thou inclinest, But his sorrows, thou.knowest them not, nor divinest. While he woos, thou art wanton; thou lettest him love thee ; But... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1872 - 366 σελίδες
...sigh'd its farewell to the beam, And far off on the stillness the voice of the stream Fell faintly. O Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy...friendless thy grace ! Thou false mistress of man ! thou d«st sport with him lightly In his hours of ease and enjoyment ; and brightly Dost thou smile to his... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1876 - 268 σελίδες
...sigh'd its farewell to the beam, And far off on the stillness the voice of the stream Fell faintly. O Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy...Thou false mistress of man ! thou dost sport with him lightlj In his hours of ease and enjoyment ; and brightly Post thou smile to his smile ; to his joys... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1877 - 424 σελίδες
...sighed its farewell to the beam, And far off on the stillness the voice of the stream Fell faintly. 0 Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy...him lightly In his hours of ease and enjoyment ; and Dost thon smile to his smile ; to his joys thou inclinest, But his sorrows, thou knowest them not,... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1881 - 400 σελίδες
...breast With varying impulse divided and torn, He traversed the scant heath, and reach'd the forlorn Autumn woodland, in which but a short while ago He...sorrows, thou knowest them not, nor divinest. While he wooes, thou art wanton ; thou lettest him love thee ; But thou art not his friend, for his grief cannot... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1881 - 526 σελίδες
...stillness the voice of the stream Fell faintly. xxv II r. O Natnre, how fair is thy face, And how i.ght is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace! Thou false...man! thou dost sport with him lightly In his hours of case and enjoyment; and brightly Dost thou smile to his smile; to his joys thou inclinest, But his... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer- Lytton (1st earl of.) - 1882 - 394 σελίδες
...woodland, in which but a short while ago He had seen the Duke rapidly enter ; and so He too enter' d. The light waned around him, and pass'd Into darkness....sorrows, thou knowest them not, nor divinest. While he wooes, thou art wanton ; thou lettest him love thee ; But thou art not his friend, for his grief cannot... | |
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