 ATHULF. A sort of swarming, curling, tremulous tumbling, As though there were an ant-hill in my bosom. — I said I was ashamed. — Sidroc, you smile ; If at my folly, well ! But if you smile Suspicious of a taint upon my heart...  Edwin the Fair– An Historical Drama - 46 psl.autoriai: Sir Henry Taylor - 1842 - 262 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 psl.
...direet, and free, And said that she. felt nothing. Sidroe. — And what felt'st thou? Alhull'. — A sort of swarming, curling, tremulous tumbling, As...were an ant-hill in my bosom. I said I was ashamed. — Sidroe, you smile, If at my folly, well! But if you smile, Suspicious of a taint upon my heart,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 psl.
...But yet her looks were clear, direct, and free, 120 121 And said that she felt nothing. SIDHOC. And what felt'st thou ? ATHULF. A sort of swarming, curling,...my heart, Wide is your error, and you never loved. HENRY TAYLOR. SEVEN TIMES THREE. I LEANED out of window, I smelt the white clover, Dark, dark was the... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1877 - 392 psl.
...yet her looks were clear, direct, and free, And said that she felt nothing. Sidroc. What felt you ? D Athulf. A sort of swarming, curling, tremulous tumbling,...if you smile Suspicious of a taint upon my heart, You miss your mark, nor ever missed it more, Nor ever loved. Sidroc. No, no, I did not smile. Proceed,... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1877 - 396 psl.
...yet her looks were clear, direct, and free, And said that she felt nothing. Sidroc. What felt you ? Athulf. A sort of swarming, curling, tremulous tumbling,...if you smile Suspicious of a taint upon my heart, You miss your mark, nor ever missed it more, Nor ever loved. Sidroc. No, no, I did not smile. Proceed,... | |
 | Masonic minstrel - 1877 - 494 psl.
...looks were clear, direct, and free, And said that she felt nothing. Sidroc. What felt'st thou ? Aihulf. A sort of swarming, curling, tremulous tumbling, As...but if you smile Suspicious of a taint upon my heart In this its first affection, far you stray Prom the fair truth ; I could no more commingle Impure imaginations... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 psl.
...that she felt nothing. SIDROC. And what folt'st thou ? ATHI-IF A sort of swarming, curling, tremu lous tumbling. As though there were an ant-hill in my bosom. I said I was ashamed. — Sirlroc, you smile, If at my folly, well ! But if you smile, Suspicious of a taint upon my heart,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 psl.
...in mine, Hut yet her looks were clear, direct, and free, And said that she felt nothing. SlDROC. And al noise ! war seemed a civil game" gentle presence...again In thy serenest eyes the tender thought. Wi — Sidroe, you smile ; If at my folly, well ! But if you smile, Suspicious of a taint upon my heart,... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 580 psl.
...mine, But yet her looks were clear, direct, and free, And said that she felt nothing. Sidroc. — And what felt'st thou? Athulf. — A sort of swarming,...my heart, Wide is your error, and you never loved. — Edwin the Fair. WISDOM AND GENIUS. Wisdom is not the same with understanding, talents, capacity,... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 520 psl.
...direct, and free, And said that she felt nothing. Sidroc. — And what felt'st thou ? AtJnilf. — A sort of swarming, curling, tremulous tumbling, As...said I was ashamed. — Sidroc, you smile : If at my fully, well ; but if you smile, Suspicious of a taint upon my heart, Wide is your error, and you never... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - 608 psl.
...mine, But yet her looks were clear, direct, and free, And said that she felt nothing. SIDROC. — And what felt'st thou? ATHULF. — A sort of swarming,...my heart, Wide is your error, and you never loved. SIR HENRY TAYLOR. BLEST AS THE IMMORTAL GODS. BLEST as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly... | |
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