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" If I thought— but no, it cannot be; Thou art so swift, yet ea,sy curbed; so gentle, yet so free : And yet if haply, when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn, Can the hand which casts thee from it now command thee to return? Return... "
Blackie's comprehensive school series - 170. oldal
szerző: Blackie and son, ltd - 1879
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

The Spirit of the English Magazines

1830 - 504 oldal
...indignant pain, Till careless eyes, which rest on thee, may count each started vein. Will they ill use thee ? If I thought — but no, it cannot be — Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd ; so gentle, yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn...

The undying one, and other poems

Caroline Elizabeth S. Norton (hon. mrs. George.) - 1830 - 294 oldal
...eyes, which rest on thee, may count each started vein. Will they ill-use thee ? If I thought—but no, it cannot be— Thou art so swift, yet easy curbed...yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn— Can the hand which casts thee from it now, command thee to return ?...

The Young Man's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works ...

1838 - 332 oldal
...indignant pain, Till careless eyes, which rest en thee, may count each started vein. WiU they ill use thee ? If I thought — but no, it cannot be — Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd ; so gentle, yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn...

Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne

Joseph Payne - 1839 - 302 oldal
...swells, in thy indignant pain, Till careless eyes, which rest on tb.ee, may count each starting vein. Will they ill-use thee ? If I thought — but no, it cannot be — Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd ; so gentle, yet so free : And yet, if haply, when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn...

The Quaver; or, Songster's pocket companion

Quaver - 1844 - 552 oldal
...indignant pain ; Till careless eyes, which rest on thee, may count each started vein. Will they ill use thee ? If I thought— but no it cannot be — Thou...yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn, Can the hand which cast thee from it, now command thee to return. Return,...

The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces ...

William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 oldal
...on thee, may count each startled vein. Will they ill-use thee ? If I thought — but no, it can not be — Thou art so swift, yet easy curbed ; so gentle,...yet so free ! And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn — Can the hand, which casts thee from it now, command thee to return...

The Modern Poetical Speaker; Or, a Collection of Pieces Adapted for ...

Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - 540 oldal
...swells in thy indignant pain ; 'Till careless eyes, which rest on thee, may count each started vein. Will they ill-use thee? If I thought — but no, it cannot be — Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd, so gentle, yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn,...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 oldal
...indignant pain, Till careless eyes, which rest on thee, May count each started vein. VV7// they ill use thee ? If I thought — But no, it cannot be— Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd ; So gentle, yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, My lonely heart should yearn...

The Gem book of poesie, by the author of 'The ancient poets and poetry of ...

Gem book - 1846 - 398 oldal
...swells, in thy indignant pain, Till careless eyes, which rest on thee, may count each started vein. Will they ill-use thee? If I thought— but no, it cannot be — Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd ; so gentle, yet so free : And yet, if haply, when thou'rt gone, my lonely heart should yearn,...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 oldal
...indignant pain, Till careless eyes, which rest on thee, May count each started vein. Will they ill use thee ? If I thought— But no, it cannot be—- Thou art so swift, yet easy curb'd ; So gentle, yet so free. And yet, if haply when thou'rt gone, My lonely heart should yearn...




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