 Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow, Swift as the swallow along the river's light Circleting the surface to meet his mirror'd winglets, Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight.  Books and Their Writers - 296 psl.autoriai: Stuart Petre Brodie Mais - 1920 - 343 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 526 psl.
...Waking on the instant she could not but embrace me — Ah ! would she hold me, and never let me go ? Shy as the squirrel, and wayward as the swallow ; Swift as the swallow when athwart the western flood Gircleting the surface he meets his mirrored winglets, Is that dear... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 552 psl.
...Waking on the instant she could not but embrace me — Ah ! would she hold me, and never let me go ? Shy as the squirrel, and wayward as the swallow ; Swift as the swallow when athwart the western flood Circleting the surface he meets his mirrored winglets, Is that dear... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 562 psl.
...Waking on the instant she could not but embrace me — Ah ! would she hold me, and never let me go ? Shy as the squirrel, and wayward as the swallow ; Swift as the swallow when athwart the western flood Circleting the surface he meets his mirrored winglets, — Is that dear... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 psl.
...Waking on the instant she could not but embrace me — Ah ! would she hold me, and never let me go ? Shy as the squirrel, and wayward as the swallow ; Swift as the swallow when athwart the western flood Circleting the surface he meets his mirror'd winglets — Is that dear... | |
 | Frederick Locker-Lampson - 1879 - 254 psl.
...Waking on the instant, she could not but embrace me — Ah, would she hold me, and never let me go ? ' Shy as the squirrel, and wayward as the swallow, Swift as the swallow when athwart the western flood, Circleting the surface, he meets his mirror'd winglets, Is that dear... | |
 | Frederick Locker-Lampson - 1879 - 254 psl.
...Waking on the instant, she could not but embrace me — Ah, would she hold me, and never let me go ? ' Shy as the squirrel, and wayward as the swallow, Swift as the swallow when athwart the western flood, Circleting the surface, he meets his mirror'd winglets, Is that dear... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 psl.
...Waking on the instant she could not but embrace me — Ah ! would she hold me, and never let me go? when, athwart the western flood, Circleting the surface, he meets his mirror'd winglets — Is that... | |
 | Oliver Bell Bunce - 1883 - 332 psl.
...Waking on the instant she could not but embrace me — Ah ! would she hold me, and never let me go ? Shy as the squirrel, and wayward as the swallow ; Swift as the swallow when, athwart the western flood, Circleting the surface, he meets his mirrored winglets, Is that dear... | |
 | 1896 - 532 psl.
...slow, Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me: Then would she hold me and never let me go? Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow, Swift...the river's light Circleting the surface to meet his mirror'd winglets, Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight. Shy as the squirrel that leaps... | |
 | George Meredith - 1897 - 280 psl.
...Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me: Then would she hold me and never let me go? * * * Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow, Swift...Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight. 49 Shy as the squirrel that leaps among the pine-tops, Wayward as the swallow overhead at set of sun,... | |
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