 | Edward George E.L. Bulwer- Lytton (1st baron.) - 1838 - 140 oldal
...friends That were not lovers ; no ambition, save To excel them all in love ; we'd read no books That were not tales of love — that we might smile To...alabaster lamps, And every air was heavy with the sighs Of orange groves and music from sweet lutes, And murmurs of low fountains that gush forth I' the midst... | |
 | Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton - 1838 - 120 oldal
...friends That were not lovers ; no ambition, save To excel them all in love ! We'd read no books That were not tales of love, that we might smile To think...poetry of hearts like ours ! And when night came, amid the breathless heavens We'd guess what star should be our home when love * The reader will observe... | |
 | Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton - 1838 - 120 oldal
...Translates the poetry of hearts like ours ! To think how poorly eloquence of words And when night came, amid the breathless heavens We'd guess what star should be our home when love * The reader will observe that Melnotte evades the request of Pauline. He proceeds to describe a home,... | |
 | Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton - 1839 - 380 oldal
...friends That were not lovers ; no ambition, save To excel them all in love ; we'd read no books That were not tales of love — that we might smile To...alabaster lamps, And every air was heavy with the sighs Of orange groves and music from sweet lutes, And murmurs of low fountains that gush forth I' the midst... | |
 | 1841 - 986 oldal
...the fair young damsel, who would " Read no books That were not tales of love ; that they might emile To think how poorly eloquence of words Translates the poetry of hearts like theirs." 1841.] 260 THE LONDON SATURDAY JOURNAL. SACRED MELODIES. BV THE HON. DG OSBORNE. ;~. No. I.—... | |
 | 1842 - 380 oldal
...friends That were not lovers ; no ambition save To excel them all in love ; we'd read no books That were not tales of love— that we might smile To think how poorly eloquence ot words Translates the poetry of hearts like ours ! And when night came, amidst the breathless Heaven*... | |
 | 1841 - 178 oldal
...friends That were not lovers; no ambition, save To excel them all in love; we'd read no books That were not tales of love — that we might smile To...And when night came, amidst the breathless heavens We 'd guess what star should be our home when love Becomes immortal; while the perfumed light Stole,... | |
 | Jean Henri Merle d'Aubigné - 1847 - 634 oldal
...friends That were not lovers ; no ambition, save To excel them all in love ; we'd read no books That were not tales of love — that we might smile To...Translates the poetry of hearts like ours ! And when nighfcame, amidst the breathless Heavens • We'd guess what star should be our home when love Becomes... | |
 | 1847 - 540 oldal
...of joy to me Is worth a dull eternity. MOORE'S Jlnacreon. 16. While the perfum'd lights Stole thro' the mists of alabaster lamps, And every air was heavy with the sighs Of orange groves, and music from sweet lutes, And murmurs of low fountains that gush'd forth I' the midst... | |
 | 1847 - 526 oldal
...of joy to me Is worth a dull eternity. MOORE'S Jlnacreon. 16. While the perfum'd lights Stole thro' the mists of alabaster lamps, And every air was heavy with the sighs Of orange groves, and music from sweet lutes, And murmurs of low fountains that gush'd forth I' the midst... | |
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Still left us youth and love ! We'd have no friends That were not lovers ; no ambition, save To excel them all in love ; we'd read no books That were not tales of love — that we might smile To think how poorly eloquence of words Translates the poetry... 
