Kottabos: College Miscellany, Zväzok 3,Vydanie 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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... hath bound me , Fond mem❜ry brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles , the tears , of boyhood's years ; The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone , now dimm'd and gone ; The cheerful hearts now broken . When I ...
... hath bound me , Fond mem❜ry brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles , the tears , of boyhood's years ; The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone , now dimm'd and gone ; The cheerful hearts now broken . When I ...
Strana 24
... Hath at all on me . " Never a word in answer said he , Dropp'd a tear of course ; Arms he flung around the lady , Legs upon his horse ; Summon'd all his jolly Switzers , Told them he must go ; Bade them , " Pack up all your kits , sirs ...
... Hath at all on me . " Never a word in answer said he , Dropp'd a tear of course ; Arms he flung around the lady , Legs upon his horse ; Summon'd all his jolly Switzers , Told them he must go ; Bade them , " Pack up all your kits , sirs ...
Strana 31
... hath life confess thee , Sovran Almighty . Éros , Éros ! Jove's forked lightning sears not Fiercer , faster ; slays not with stroke more certain . Phœbus hath not deadlier shaft to smite with Than are thine arrows . Éros , Éros ! Sweet ...
... hath life confess thee , Sovran Almighty . Éros , Éros ! Jove's forked lightning sears not Fiercer , faster ; slays not with stroke more certain . Phœbus hath not deadlier shaft to smite with Than are thine arrows . Éros , Éros ! Sweet ...
Strana 42
... hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb ; You may as well forbid the mountain pines . To wag their high tops and to make no noise , When they are fretten with the gusts of heaven ; You may as well do anything most hard , As seek to soften ...
... hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb ; You may as well forbid the mountain pines . To wag their high tops and to make no noise , When they are fretten with the gusts of heaven ; You may as well do anything most hard , As seek to soften ...
Strana 46
... hath fled ; Or we play with a coin , and we cast it On high , and make bets , and complain , When ' tis gone from us , yea , when thou hast it , Our Lady of Gain ! Still jewels there may be to steal , or Locks , newly - invented , to ...
... hath fled ; Or we play with a coin , and we cast it On high , and make bets , and complain , When ' tis gone from us , yea , when thou hast it , Our Lady of Gain ! Still jewels there may be to steal , or Locks , newly - invented , to ...
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