... him lightly In his hours of ease and enjoyment ; and brightly Dost thou smile to his 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 thou art... The poetical works of Owen Meredith - Σελίδα 110των Edward Robert Bulwer- Lytton (1st earl of.) - 1867Πλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
| Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1865 - 670 σελίδες
...wanton ; thou lettest him love thee ; • But thou art not his friend, for his grief cannot move thee. And at last, when he sickens and dies, what dost thou...Not a tear more for winter, a smile less for summer. f THE BOYHOOD OF NAPOLEON HI. WHERE is the man whose heart can remain cold when he remembers the days... | |
| Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1865 - 678 σελίδες
...wanton ; thou lettest him love thee ; But thou art not his friend, for his grief canuot move thee. And at last, when he sickens and dies, what dost thou...comer, Not a tear more for winter, a smile less for summer.f THE BOYHOOD OF NAPOLEOX III. WHERE is the man whose heart can remain cold when he remembers... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1868 - 352 σελίδες
...wanton ; thou lettest him love thee ; But thou art not his friend, for his grief cannot move thee ; And at last, when he sickens and dies, what dost thou...to heave the heart under That fair breast of thine, O thou feminine wonder ! For all those — the young, and the fair, and the strong, Who have loved... | |
| New York State Agricultural Society - 1868 - 604 σελίδες
...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 wonder ! For all those — the young, and the fair, and the strong, Who have loved... | |
| F. J - 1870 - 346 σελίδες
...art wanton; thou lettest him love thee ; But thou art not his friend, for his grief cannot move thee. And at last, when he sickens and dies, what dost thou...Not a tear more for winter, a smile less for summer. ABOUT SAGE FKIENDS WHO "ALWAYS TOLD YOU SO." LUCULLUS is one of the Athenian " lords and flatterers... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1872 - 368 σελίδες
...art wanton ; thou lettest Mm love thee-; But thou art not his friend, for his grief cai >t move thee. And at last, when he sickens and dies, what dost thou?...as gay are thy garments, as careless thy brow, And thou'laughest and toyest with any new-comer, Not a tear more for winter, a smile less for summer !... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1875 - 430 σελίδες
...wanton ; thou lettest him love thee ; But thou art not his friend, for his grief cannot move thee ; And at last, when he sickens and dies, what dost thou...to heave the heart under That fair breast of thine, O thou feminine wonder I For all those — the young, and the fair, and the strong, Who have loved... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1877 - 424 σελίδες
...wanton ; thou lettest him love thee ; But thou art not his friend, for his grief cannot move thee ; And at last, when he sickens and dies, what dost thou...any new comer, Not a tear more for winter, a smile lass for summer I Hast thou never an anguish to heave the heart under That fair breast of thine, 0... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1880 - 494 σελίδες
...not his friend, for h grief cannot move thoe; And at last, when he sickens an dies, what dost thou 'f All as gay are thy garments, as careless thy brow,...to heave the heart under That fair breast of thine, O thou feminine wonder! For all those — the young, and the fair, and the strong, Who have loved thee,... | |
| Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Earl of Lytton - 1881 - 524 σελίδες
...sickens and dies, what dost thou ? All as gay are thy garments, as careless thy brow, And thou langhest and toyest with any new comer, Not a tear more for winter, a smile less for summerl I last thou never an anguish to heave the heart under That fair breast of thine, O thou fennnine... | |
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