 | Ancient ballads - 1827 - 270 sayfa
...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, — where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit,...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. GOOD COUNSEL TO A YOUNG MAID. WHEN you the sun-burn'd pilgrim see, Fainting with thirst, haste to the... | |
 | Thomas Lyle - 1827 - 272 sayfa
...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, — where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit,...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. GOOD COUNSEL TO A YOUNG MAID. WHEN you the sun-burn'd pilgrim see, Fainting with thirst, haste to the... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 sayfa
...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. SONG. MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED. GIVE me more love, or more disdain, The torrid or the frozen zone... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sayfa
...eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The pho3uix builds her spicy nest, For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. THOMAS CARLYLE. TO-DA Y. So here hath been dawning another blue day ! Think, wilt thou let it slip... | |
 | 1833 - 388 sayfa
...throat, She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more — where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit,...their sphere. Ask me no more — if east or west The phoemx builds her spicy nest ; For unto you, at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. In... | |
 | England - 1835 - 794 sayfa
...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night : For in your eyes they sit and there Fixed, become as in their sphere. A^ me no more if East or West, f"e Ph(enix builds her spicy nest : For unt0 you at last she flyes,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 390 sayfa
...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit,...me no more, if east or west, The phoenix builds her spiey nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. THE PRtMROSE. ASK me... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 336 sayfa
...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixcd become, as in thcir sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west, The pheenix builds her spiey nest... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1837 - 394 sayfa
...those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit — and there Fix'd become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more, if east...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. Ladies, fly from Love's smooth tale, Oaths steep'd in tears do oft prevail ; Grief is infectious, and... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1837 - 382 sayfa
...those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit—and there Fix'd become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west, The phœnix builds her spi. y nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. Ladies,... | |
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The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no... 
