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" Breathes on his aching fists in vain, And dooms me to a place more hot. He sees me in to supper go, A silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved... "
The poetical works of James Russell Lowell ... - 182. oldal
szerző: James Russell Lowell - 1904
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 oldal
...silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. old The winter wind is not so cold...

Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art and ..., 3. kötet

1854
...silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks, how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor our host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble — watery — thin. I...

Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and ..., 2. kötet,2. rész

Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1855
...how happy is my arm 'Neiith its white-gloved and jewelled load. And wishes mesóme dreadful narra, Hearing the merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly...Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, ouUide the door. In golden quiet« of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles...

Folk Songs

John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 466 oldal
...silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm, 'Neath its white-gloved...moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor the host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble — watery, thin. I envy...

Under the Willows, and Other Poems

James Russell Lowell - 1869 - 286 oldal
...shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks bow happy is my arm And wishes mo some dreadful harm, Hearing the merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly curse tho boro Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of tho...

The Muses of Mayfair: Selections from Vers de Société of the Nineteenth Century

Henry Cholmondeley-Pennell - 1874 - 382 oldal
...side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. 228 WITHOUT AND WITHIN. He thinks how happy is my arm, 'Neath its white-gloved...the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, The golden quiet of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile he sees me win, Nor...

Vers de Société

1875 - 401 oldal
...silken wonder by my side, Hare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. .98 He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy h;m, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile...

Vers de Société

Charles Henry Jones - 1875 - 401 oldal
...side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. WITHOUT AND WITHIN. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...harm, Hearing the merry corks explode. Meanwhile I only curse the lore Of hunting still the same old corn, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets...

The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell

James Russell Lowell - 1876 - 422 oldal
...in vain, And dooms me to a place more hot. He sees me in to supper go, A silken wonder by my side, He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...so cold As the bright smile he sees me win, Nor the host s oldest wine so old As our poor gabble sour and thin. I envy him the ungyved prance By which...

Vers de Société

Charles H. Jones - 1876 - 400 oldal
...a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. WITHOUT AND WITHIN. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Nealh its white-gloved and jewelled load; And wishes me...inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coor, And envy him, outside the door, ln golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold...




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