 | 1844 - 148 oldal
...ON A OIRDLE. t That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monareh but would give his crown, His arms might do what this has done. It was my heavens extremes! sphere. The pale that held that lovely deer: My j°y> ""X grief, my hope my love,... | |
 | 1841 - 178 oldal
...GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waste confin'd, Khali now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but wou'd give his crown, His arms might do what this has done. It was my heav'ns extreamest spheare, The pale which held that lovely dear; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,... | |
 | Gift - 1846 - 268 oldal
...THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give bis crown, His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremes! sphere, The pale that held that lovely dear ; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all... | |
 | 1852 - 874 oldal
...the joys we now may prove, Take advice of present love. ON A GIRDLE. THAT, which her slender waist * extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 oldal
...Girdle. That which her slender waste confin'd, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but wou'd give his crown, His arms might do what this has done. It was my heav'ns extreamest sphear, The pale which held that lovely dear; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,... | |
 | 1853 - 528 oldal
...poet, or the Laureate, is the sweeter songster:— ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but...arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremes! sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all... | |
 | 1853 - 1074 oldal
...poet, or the Laureate, is the sweeter songster : — ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown. His arms might do what thU has done. It vu my heaven '• extremest sphere, Tlie pale which held that lovely deer. Mj Joy*... | |
 | Edmund Waller - 1854 - 276 oldal
...white breast throw A dart as white, a ball of new fallen snow. THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would...arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all... | |
 | 1856 - 754 oldal
...hand, that does bring All that was promis'd by the spring. On a Girdle. That'which her slender waste confin'd, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch...give his crown, His arms might do what this has done. I Gfcmunb Waller. T.inn ftirb, ;u jtifltn 3r)r aller £A6nl)tit glti* ©efdjicf. l}ln btintm (SrHtiiitn,... | |
 | Edmund Waller - 1857 - 404 oldal
...A dart as white — a ball of new fallen snow. ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but...arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all... | |
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ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief,... 
