 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 498 oldal
...She was fair — and my passion begun; She smiled — and I could not but love; She is faithless — and I am undone. Perhaps I was void of all thought; Perhaps it was plain to foresee That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me. Ah ! love every... | |
 | 1901 - 686 oldal
...She was fair — and my passion begun ; She smiled — and I could not but love; She is faithless — and I am undone. Perhaps I was void of all thought ; Perhaps it was plain to foresee That a uyuiph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me. Ali ! love every... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 oldal
...was fair — and my passion begun ; 8he smiled — and I could not but love ; She is faithless — y 2 foresee, That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me. Ah ! love every... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1902 - 864 oldal
...reprove ; She was fair, and my passion begun ; She smiled, and I could not but love ; She is faithless, y-skirted clouds imbibe the Sun, And through their lucid veil his softened f foresee, That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me. Ah ! love every... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1902 - 860 oldal
...reprove ; She was fair, and my passion Iwgun ; She smiled, and I could not but love ; She is faithless, there a sea . foresee, That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me. Ah ! love every... | |
 | 1864 - 612 oldal
...was fair — and my passion begun ; She smiled — and 1 could not but love : She ia faithless — and I am undone. , , Perhaps I was void of all thought ; Perhaps ft was plain to foresee That a nymph so complete would be sought I jy a swain more engaging than me.... | |
 | Kathleen Winifred Campbell - 1926 - 220 oldal
...was fair — and my passion begun ; She smil'd — and I could not but love ; She is faithless — and I am undone. Perhaps I was void of all thought ; Perhaps it was plain to foresee, That a nymph so compleat would be sought By a swain more engaging than me. Ah ! love ev'ry... | |
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I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove ; She was fair — and my passion begun ; She smil'd — and I could not but love ; She is faithless — and I am undone. 
