 | Robert Elliott Speer - 1915 - 216 pàgines
...Harvey's verses give expression to it — though written centuries ago : "Love made me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack, From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lacked anything. " 'A guest,'... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 pàgines
...word, Methought I heard one calling. "Child" ; And! replied, "My Lord." LOVE Love bade me welcom e: yet Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked anything. 6 " A guest,"... | |
 | 1916 - 792 pàgines
...calling, " Child " ; And I replied, "My Lord." 1 plenty 2 close the eyes LOVE Love bade me welcome ; yet om sce - From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked anything. 6 " A guest,"... | |
 | Robert Bridges - 1916 - 368 pàgines
...of his, Ye would burst your bonds ; no roof nor door could restrain you. LOVE bade me welcome ; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything. ' A guest ',... | |
 | Louise Collier Willcox - 1917 - 330 pàgines
...welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd any thing. "A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here:" Love said, " You shall be he." " I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my... | |
 | Louise Collier Willcox - 1917 - 330 pàgines
...welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd any thing. " I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on Thee." Love took my hand, and smiling did... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 1120 pàgines
...weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness 286. Love T OVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything. ' A guest,'... | |
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 350 pàgines
...rod; Though man frailties hath, Thou art God : Throw away Thy wrath ! Love Love bade me welcome ; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything. 'A guest,'... | |
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 344 pàgines
...welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything. "A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here": Love said, "You shall be he." "I, the unkind,... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 pàgines
...welcome; yet my soul drew back. Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From lack anything. "A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here:" Love said, "You shall be he." "I, the unkind,... | |
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I the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord, but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve. 
