 | 1822 - 384 sayfa
...tell What noble love is, mark me well. It is the counterpoise that minds To fair and virtuous things inclines ; It is the gust we have and sense Of every...by which we know Whether our souls have life or no ; And such a soft and gentle fire, As kindles and inflames desire ; Until it all like incense burns,... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1822 - 392 sayfa
...tell What noble love is, mark me well. It is the counterpoise that minds To fair and virtuous things inclines ; It is the gust we have and sense Of every...by which we know Whether our souls have life or no ; And such a soft and gentle fire, As kindles and inflames desire ; Until it all like incense burns,... | |
 | Physiology - 1844 - 86 sayfa
...tell What noble love is, mark me well. It is the counterpoise that minds To fair and virtuous things inclines ; It is the gust we have and sense Of every...by which we know Whether our souls have life or no ; And such a soft and gentle fire, As kindles and inflames desire, Until it all like incense burns,... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1873 - 448 sayfa
...the counterpoise that minds To fair and virtuous things inclines : It is the gust we have and sense t Of every noble excellence : It is the pulse by which we know Whether our souls have life or no ; And such a soft and gentle fire As kindles and inflames desire ; Until it all like incense burns,... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 428 sayfa
...me well. It is the counterpoise that minds To fair and virtuous things incline; It is the gust \ve have and sense Of every noble excellence: It is the...by which we know Whether our souls have life or no ; Until it all like incense burns, And into melting sweetness turns. FLECJCWOE. VERISIMILITUDE. What... | |
 | 1822 - 390 sayfa
...tell What noble love is, mark me well. It is the counterpoise that minds To fair and virtuous things inclines ; It is the gust we have and sense Of every...by which we know Whether our souls have life or no ; And such a soft and gentle fire, As kindles and inflames desire ; Until it all like incense burns,... | |
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Now, lovers, in a word to tell What noble love is, mark me well. It is the counterpoise that minds To fair and virtuous things inclines ; It is the gust we have and sense Of every noble excellence : It is the pulse, by which we know Whether our souls... 