 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 pàgines
...Eocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. О ! when these fair perfidious maide, ЛУЬово eyes our stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | Literary curiosities - 1876 - 386 pàgines
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. Oh, when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 pàgines
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 pàgines
...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all...can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrowed... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1879 - 428 pàgines
...so sweet as Mosellay. Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret hannts inf est, Their dear destructive charms display. Each glance...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1880 - 826 pàgines
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded poul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bos cms glow : Can all our... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 pàgines
...clear as Roenabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. Oh ! when these fair, perfidious maids, Whoso eyes our IS DA , destined prey. • »**** Speak not of fate: ah, change the theme, And talk of odors, talk of wine,... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1881 - 368 pàgines
...cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, 3 Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. 4 In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pàgines
...maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms display, Each glance шу hou hast learned, which few destined prey. #*•**• Speak not of fate: all, change the theme, And talk of odors, talk of wine,... | |
 | 1885 - 668 pàgines
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. O ! when these fair perfidious maids Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
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Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of art? 
