 River*, that rollest by the ancient walls, ' Where dwells the lady of my love, when she • Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls ' A faint and fleeting memory of me ; ' What if thy deep and ample stream should be ' A mirror of my heart, where...  The Nic-nac: Or, Literary Cabinet - Strana 3581824Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - Počet stránok 574
...River* that rollest by the ancient walls " \Vhere dwells the lady of my love, when she " Walks by the brink, and there perchance recalls " A faint and fleeting...The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, " Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ? " What do I say — a mirror of my heart ? " Are not thy waters... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - Počet stránok 372
...River* that rollest by the ancient walls " Where dwells the lady of my love, when she " Walks by the brink, and there perchance recalls " A faint and fleeting...The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, " Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ? " What do I say — a mirror of my heart ? " Are not thy waters... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - Počet stránok 600
...:•<— " River that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by the brink, and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting...my heart, where she may read The thousand thoughts 1 now betray to thee, SV ¡U as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ? What do I say? — a mirror of... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - Počet stránok 314
...the lady of my love, when she " W.alks by the brink, and there perchance recall " A faint and feeling memory of me : " What if thy deep and ample stream...The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, " Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ? " What do I say — a mirror of my heart ? " Are not thy waters... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - Počet stránok 596
...walls Where dwells the lady of щу love, when she Walks by the brink, ш>4 there perchance Tecalis A faint and fleeting memory of me ; What if thy deep and ample stream should be A mirror of my heart, wher« she may read The thousand thoughts 1 now betray to iluv, Wild as thy wave, ,awl headlong as... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1825 - Počet stránok 238
...time. Eiver, • that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint...read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ? Vjf V' u The Po. • /;....*. «.../„'... ''/' » r. •7^^... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - Počet stránok 826
...loved. River ! that rollest liy the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint...read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as Ihy wave, and headlong as thy speed ? What do I say — a mirror of my heart? Are not thy waters... | |
 | Alexander Kilgour (M.D.) - 1825 - Počet stránok 234
...the time. Kiver, * that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint...read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ? ThePo. What do I say— a mirror of my heart P Are not thy... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - Počet stránok 906
...period: River,1 that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, and there perchance recalls A faint...me : What if thy deep and ample stream should be A inirror of my heart, where she may read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as thy wave,... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1825 - Počet stránok 606
...rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by the brink, and then perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me : What if thy deep and ample stream should be A mieror of my heart, where she may read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as thy wave,... | |
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