 | 1912 - 408 oldal
...What care I how fair she be! Were her tresses angel-gold; If a stranger may be bold, Unrebuked, and unafraid, To convert them to a braid; And, with little more ado, Work them into bracelets, tool If the mine be grown so free, What care I how rich it be! Were her hands as rich a prize As her... | |
 | 1918 - 2030 oldal
...What care I how fair she be! Were her tresses angel-gold; If a stranger may be bold, Unrebuked, and unafraid, To convert them to a braid; And, with little...Work them into bracelets, too! If the mine be grown so free, What care I how rich it be! Were her hands as rich a prize As her hair or precious eyes; If... | |
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I (like a hermit) dwell On a rock, or in a cell, Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it, where I may Meet a rival every day ? If She undervalue me ; What care I, how fair She be! 
