 My peace is vanish' d, My heart is sore: I shall find it never, And never more ! Where he is not, I find my tomb; And the sunniest spot Is turn'd to gloom. My aching head Will burst with pain — And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through...  Lord Lovel's daughter. The Bohemian - Pàgina 50per Francis Barry Boyle] [St. Leger - 1829Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1823 - 468 pàgines
...to gloom. • t -. i My aching head Will burst with pain — And sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim ; The...forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ' His fond caress, So rich in bliss ! His hand to press — And ah! his kiss ! N My peace is vaniah'd... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1823 - 324 pàgines
...find my tomb ; And the sunniest spot Is turn'd to gloom. And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass 'Till my eyes are dim; The...forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ! His fond caress, So rich in bliss! His hand to press — And ah! his kiss! Could I but find him,... | |
 | Louisa Sidney Stanhope - 1835 - 304 pàgines
...impulses, and fashions all its hopes. Well might she have said — " I look through the glass, Till ray eyes are dim ; The threshold I pass, Alone for him. His lofty step, And his forehead high j His winning smile, And his beaming eye." Well might she have said, " The dream of peace is over;... | |
 | 1836 - 740 pàgines
...burst with pain— And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. 1 look through the glass Till my eyes arc dim ; The threshold I pass Alone for him. His lofty...forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ! His fond caress So rich in bliss, Ни hand to press— And ah! his kiss! My peace is vanish'd, Could... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1881 - 426 pàgines
...turned to gloom. My aching head Will burst with pain — And the sense hits fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim ; The threshold I posa Alone for him, His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, Aud his beaming eye !... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 464 pàgines
...turned to gloom. My aching head Will burst with pain — And the sense IInn fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim ; The threshold I pass Alone for Aim. His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ! His fond caress,... | |
 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1910 - 330 pàgines
...turned to gloom. My aching head Will burst with pain — And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim; The...forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye! His fond caress, So rich in bliss! His hand to press — And ah! his kiss! — My peace is vanish'd,... | |
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