 | Richard Green Parker - 1850 - 466 pàgines
...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...year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heirloom, its companion, An oaken chest, half eaten by the worms, But richly carved... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 pàgines
...though she said "Beware !"—her vest of gold An emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then...has fled, Like some wild melody !—Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heirloom 3 , its companion, An oaken chest, half-eaten by the worms. She was an only... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 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...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 carv'd... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 pàgines
...with flowers, and clasp'd from head to foot, An emerald stone in eveiy golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then...a year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Alone it bangs Over a mouldering heir-loom, its companion, An oaken chest, half eaten by the worm, But richly... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 pàgines
...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, »o full of mirth, The overflowings of an ianocent heart — It haunts me still, though many a year... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 468 pàgines
...therefore deemed inexpedient to present in this volume on additional number of them. And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then...year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heirloom, its companion, An oaken chest, half eaten by the worms, But richly carved... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1851 - 354 pàgines
...Broider'd with flowers, and cla?p'd from head An emerald-stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then...year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs to foot, Bat richly carved by Antony of Trent With scripture-stores from the Life of Christ ; A chest... | |
 | David Macbeth Moir - 1851 - 398 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...heart ; — It haunts me still, though many a year hath fled, Like some wild melody." Now for the latter : — " She was an only child — her name Ginevra,... | |
 | 1851 - 1306 pàgines
...Simonson seemed like an angel dropped from heaven, for she was so kind, so good and noble-hearted — u But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full...haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some pweet melody." Constantly in the society of one so truly e stimable, we had, ere we were aware, formed... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1851 - 468 pàgines
...And look awhile upon a picture there. And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings...though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody! But then her face, Over a mouldering heirloom, its companion, An oaken chest, half eaten by the worms,... | |
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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... 
