 | Thomas Moore - 1872 - 660 páginas
...when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like diviue Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee,...though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee. Farewell — and blessings on thy way, Where'er thou go'st.beloved stranger! Better to sit and watch... | |
 | 1872 - 710 páginas
...me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die I Now, ^ 0 . О misery I must I lose that too } " Thomas Moore. §59. DISAP POINTMENT, Mockery o£ Impelled with... | |
 | Treasury - 1872 - 166 páginas
...its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die! Now too—the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine — O misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go—on peril's brink we meet;— Those frightful rocks—that... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 páginas
...me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now, too, the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, 'call thee mine, — 0 misery ! must I lose that too ? THOMAS MOORE. BERTHA IN THE LANE. PUT the broidery-frame away,... | |
 | John Swain (Writer of Verse.) - 1877 - 436 páginas
...with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too— the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee. Farewell — and blessings on thy way, Where'er thou go'st, beloved stranger ! Better to sit and watch... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 páginas
...me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now, too, the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thce, hear thee, call thee mine, — 0 misery ! must I lose that too ? THOMAS MOORE. BERTHA IN THE... | |
 | Thomas Moore, John Francis Waller - 1879 - 572 páginas
...me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt...brink we meet; — Those frightful rocks — that treach'rous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heav'n, it may be death to thee.... | |
 | Robert Scutt - 1879 - 150 páginas
...me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now, too, the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, O misery ! must I lose that too ?" — MOORE'S LALLA ROOKH. Stolen A BALMY wind blew softly o'er Th'... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 650 páginas
...me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee. Farewell — and blessings on thy way, Where'er thou go'st, beloved stranger! Better to sit and watch... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 648 páginas
...me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee. Farewell — and blessings on thy way, Where'er thou go'st, beloved stranger! Better to sit and watch... | |
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twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee,... 
