but even now Thy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear, Made tuneable with every sweetest vow ; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal,... Publications of the Modern Language Association of America - 113 psl.autoriai: Modern Language Association of America - 1921Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
| Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1820 - 636 psl.
...tuneable with every sweetest vow ; " And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : " How chang'd thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! " Give me that...again, my Porphyro, " Those looks immortal, those co m plainings dear ! " Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, " For if thou diest, my Love, I know not... | |
| 1821 - 724 psl.
...ear, Made tuneable with every sweetest vow ; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed them art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! , Give me...For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far, At these voluptuous accent», he arose, Kthcrial, fluxhM. and... | |
| William Hone - 1825 - 842 psl.
...tuneable with every sweetest vow ; " And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear": " How chang'd thou m Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush 'd, and... | |
| William Hone - 1868 - 846 psl.
...And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : " How chang'd thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drea, " Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, " Those looks...for if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Kthereal, flush 'd, and... | |
| William Hone - 1826 - 892 psl.
...How chans'd thou art ! bow pallid, chill, and drear1 " Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, " Thaw looks immortal, those complainings dear ! " Oh, leave me not in this eternal woe, " For if thou dies!, my love, 1 know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion 'd far At these voluptuous accents,... | |
| William Hone - 1826 - 882 psl.
...those sad eye» were spiritual and clear : • How chang'd thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drea, ' Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, • Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ¡ 1 Oh, leave me not in this eternal woe, * For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyond... | |
| William Hone - 1830 - 878 psl.
...those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : " How chang'd thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear . 11 Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, " Those looks...For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, be arose, Ethereal, flush'd, and like... | |
| William Hone - 1835 - 876 psl.
...those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : " How chang'd thou art ! how pallid, chill, and «rear " Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, " Those looks...For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush 'd, and... | |
| William Hone - 1837 - 954 psl.
...And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : " How cbang'd thou art ! how pallid, chill, and dreai " Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, " Those looks...in this eternal woe, " For if thou diest, my love, 1 know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose,... | |
| William Hone - 1839 - 874 psl.
...with every sweetest vow ; " And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : " How chang'd thou art ! kow pallid, chill, and drear " Give me that voice again,...looks immortal, those complainings dear ! " Oh, leave ine not in this eternal woe, " For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyund a mortal... | |
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