 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 oldal
...cedar'd Lebanon. XXXI. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired...room with perfume light — " And now, my love, my semph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes'... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 oldal
...golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired qoiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light — •• And now, my love, my seraph lair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine ercmito : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnus' nuke,... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 oldal
...cedar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 oldal
...he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling...drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." XXXII. By the dusk curtains;—'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 oldal
...he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." By the dusk curtains;—'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 oldal
...he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver ; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 oldal
...he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling...and I thine eremite. Open thine eyes for meek St. Agues' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 oldal
...cedar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired...chilly room with perfume light.— '* And now, my love, mv seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes'... | |
 | 1845 - 614 oldal
...of one's tongue. These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes, and in baskets bright , perj'umt li-Jtt.— u And now, my love, my seraph fair awake I Thoa art my heaven, and I thine eremite... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 oldal
...he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver ; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. lt And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine eyes... | |
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And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache. 
