 | British minstrel - 1848 - 480 páginas
...must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth, Is, that we no more may meet! All my faults, perchance, thou knowest :— All my...— none can know; All my hopes, where'er thou goest Whither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken: — Pride, which not a world could... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 páginas
...nimmer œieber minnt, 3S5irb bein ^>etj bur*5¡ttern feíjnlit^ 91оф ein gjulë, mit tteugeftnnt. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
 | Nimrod - 1851 - 340 páginas
...? " But he might have joined his brother exile in his plaintive song — " All my faults, perhaps, thou knowest ; All my madness, none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Whither, yet with thee they go." And I speak from experience on these points. In the fatal illness... | |
 | 1853 - 456 páginas
...to thine is press'd, Think of him whose pray'r shall bless thee, Think of him thv love has bless'd. Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thon goest, Thither— yet with thee they go. But 'tis done— all words are idle,— Words from me... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 páginas
...to thine is press'd, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken : Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855 - 434 páginas
...Think of him thy love had bless'd ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may'st see, All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, ]3ows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 páginas
...thee, Think of him thy love had blessed! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more mayest see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken, Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
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Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But... 
