 In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile he sees me win, Nor the host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble sour and thin.  Vers de Société - 299 psl.1875 - 401 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...bore Of hunting still the same coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. old The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile...oldest wine so old As our poor gabble sour and thin. 1 envy him the ungyved prance By which his freezing feet he warms, And drag my lady's-chains and dance,... | |
 | 1854 - 706 psl.
...merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor our host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble — watery — thin. I... | |
 | 1854 - 768 psl.
...merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor our host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble — watery — thin. I... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1855 - 474 psl.
...curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, ouUide the door. In golden quiet« of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor our host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble— watery — thin. irancs... | |
 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 psl.
...merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor the host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble — watery, thin. I envy... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1869 - 312 psl.
...tho boro Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of tho moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile ho sees mo win, Nor the host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble sour and thin. I envy him the... | |
 | London Mayfair - 1874 - 468 psl.
...curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, The golden quiet of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the...As our poor gabble, sour and thin. I envy him the rugged prance By which his freezing feet he warms, And drag my lady's chains, and dance, The galley-slave... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1876 - 450 psl.
...merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. The...O, could he have my share of din, And I his quiet! — post a doubt 'T would still be one man bored within, And just another bored without. GODMINSTER... | |
 | 1876 - 294 psl.
...merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. The...lady's-chains and dance The galley-slave of dreary forms. 0, could he have my share of din, And I his quiet ! — past a doubt 'T would still be one man bored... | |
 | Charles Henry Jones - 1876 - 424 psl.
...Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coor, And envy him, outside the door, ln golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not...lady's-chains and dance The galley-slave of dreary forms. SPECTATOR AB EXTRA. O, could he have my share of din, And I his quiet ! — past a doubt 'Twould still... | |
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