 Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat ' : such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy.  The Quarterly Review - Página 801865Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1843 - 534 páginas
...mantle laps ' Over my lady's wrist too much,' or ' Paint ' Must never hope to reproduce the faint ' Half-flush that dies along her throat ;' such stuff...too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'cr She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one ! My favour at her breast,... | |
 | 1906 - 920 páginas
...of a friendliness so universal and unthinking that it left no place for the affection he desired:— She had A heart— how shall I say?— too soon made...her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one! My favor at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 páginas
...Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat;" such stuff...she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went every where. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West,... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 páginas
...Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat;" such stuff...enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart—how shall I say—too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on,... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1848 - 320 páginas
...sunshine broken in the rill Though turned astray is sunshine still. MOORE — Lalla Rookh. 34. She has A heart . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed ; she likes whate'er She looks on, and her looks go everywhere. Oh, Sir, she smiles no doubt Whene'er you... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1848 - 326 páginas
...sunshine broken in the rill Though turned astray is sunshine still. MOORE — Lalla Rookh. 34. She has A heart . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed ; she likes whate'er She looks on, and her looks go everywhere. Oh, Sir, she smiles no doubt Whene'er you... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1848 - 324 páginas
...sunshine broken in the rill Though turned astray is sunshine still. MOORE — liolla Rookh. 84. L She has A heart . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed ; she likes whate'er 8 She looks on, and her looks go everywhere. Oh, Sir, she smiles no doubt Whene'er you... | |
 | 1849 - 538 páginas
...style of the majority of Mr. Browning's lyrics. The Italian's jealousy is thus finely indicated : — " She had A heart . . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, . . Too easily impress'd : — she liked whate'er She look'd on, and her looks went every where. — Sir, 'twas all... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1850 - 436 páginas
...Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must never hope to reproduce the faint "Half-flush that dies along her throat;" such stuff...her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one ! My favor at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 páginas
...Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much," or " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the fiiitit Half-flush that dies along her throat;" such stuff...enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart—how shall I say 1—too soon made glad, . Too easily imprest; she liked whate'er She looked... | |
| |
