 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pàgines
...from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, Л coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet...though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Along it hangs Over a mouldering heir-loom, its companion, An oaken-chest, half-eaten by the worm,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 454 pàgines
...flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; . And on her brow, fairer than alabaster A coronet of pearls. But then...so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent.heart, — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Alone... | |
 | Charles P. Bronson - 1845 - 438 pàgines
...(lowers, and clnsp'd from head to An emerald stone, in every golden clusp; [toot. And on h'-r brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then...face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowing — of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, (hough many a year has fled, bike some... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 456 pàgines
...every tongue." She had seen but fifteen summers, and these had glided away like a fairy dream, — and then " Her face so lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of an innocent heart." And there she stood, looking at those old familiar scenes, till a tear glittered in her dark eye, and... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 pàgines
...then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowing—of an innocent heart— II haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody! Alone it hangs, Over a mouldering heir-loom; its companion, An oaken chest, half-eaten by the worm, But richly carved,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 pàgines
...coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowing — of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like юте wild melody ! Alone U hangs, Over a mouldering heir-loom; its companion, An oaken chest, half-eaten... | |
 | Eliza Ann Dupuy - 1845 - 204 pàgines
...she imprinted a kiss on her brow. CHAPTER X. " Remembrance wakes with all her busy train." GOLDSMITH. It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody. ROOERS. HAUSY SINCLAIR was seated in his own room, when the carriage drove to the door. He would not... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 pàgines
...coronet of pearls. But then her face, fco lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, Tlie overflowing — of an innocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, /.ike some wild melody ! Alone it hangs, Over a mouldering heir-loom; its companion. An oaken cheat,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pàgines
...with flowers and clasp'd from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then...though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Along it hangs Over a mouldering heir-loom, its companion, An ojiken-chest, half-eaten by the worm,... | |
 | 1847 - 526 pàgines
...herself shall allure thee to gladness — Gladness ! philosophy's guardian and goal. From the German. 20. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch — so full of mirth, The overflowing of an innocent heart ; — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild... | |
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Beware !" her vest of gold Broidered with flowers and clasped from head to foot, An emerald stone in every golden clasp, And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face ! So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings... 
