 | Charles Wells - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...PHRAXANOR. You are too dead a weight. JOSEPH. Why, let me go. PHRAXANOR. * My arms are faint ; smile them, they are ribs of steel. JOSEPH. The sun ne'er shined...clouds are pillows to bright stars, JOSEPH. For shame ! — PHEAXANOB. Henceforth I'll never knit with glossed bone, But interlace my fingers among thine,... | |
 | Charles Jeremiah Wells - 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...leaves From jealous interception of Love's gaze.— This is Love's cabin in the light of day— But oh ! compare it not with the black night,— Delay thou sun, and give me instant night— Its soft, mysterious, and secret hours; The whitest clouds are pillows to bright stars, Ah ! therefore... | |
 | Charles Wells - 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...From jealous interception of Love's gaze. — This is Love's cabin in the light of day — But oh ! compare it not with the black night, — Delay thou sun, and give me instant night — Its soft, mysterious, and secret hours ; The whitest clouds are pillows to bright stars, Ah ! therefore... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - عدد الصفحات: 384
...Are plants most fit to ramble o'er each other And form the bower of all-precious Love, — Shrouding the sun with fragrant bloom and leaves From jealous...night ! Delay thou, sun ! and give me instant night, Its soft, mysterious, and secret hours ! The whitest clouds are pillows to bright stars : — Ah !... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...From jealous interception of Love's gaze. — This is Love's cabin in the light of day — But oh ! compare it not with the black night, — Delay, thou sun, and give me instant night — Its soft, mysterious, and secret hours ; The whitest clouds are pillows to bright stars, Ah ! therefore... | |
 | 1905 - عدد الصفحات: 682
...From jealous interception of Love's gaze. — This is Love's cabin in the light of day — But oh ! compare it not with the black night,— Delay thou sun, and give me instant nightIts soft, mysterious, and secret hours; The whitest clouds are pillows to bright stars, Ah ! wherefore... | |
 | Charles Wells - 1908 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...From jealous interception of Love's gaze.— This is Love's cabin in the lightxof day — But oh ! compare it not with the black night, — Delay thou sun, and give me instant night — Its soft, mysterious, and secret hours ; The whitest clouds are pillows to bright stars, Ah ! therefore... | |
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And the ringed vinous tree that yields red wine, Together with all intertwining flowers, Are plants most fit to ramble o'er each other, And form the bower of all-precious love ; Matting the sun with fragrant bloom and leaves From jealous interception... 