 And fetter'd with her eye, The birds, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round, With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses crown'd Our hearts with loyal flames...  Marchmont: A Novel - Página 159por Charlotte Smith - 1796Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Charles Frederick Johnson - 1900 - 564 páginas
...And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with... | |
 | Elia Wilkinson Peattie - 1903 - 252 páginas
...gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no • such liberty When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with... | |
 | 1905 - 408 páginas
...heralds, in allusion to the name of the deceased. She was buried in St. Margaret's Church. When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd with her eye, — The birds that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round, With no alloying themes,* Our careless heads with... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - 1905 - 346 páginas
...gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 548 páginas
...unconfmed wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 páginas
...gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. 8 '.'i . When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 páginas
...gates, And my divine Althca brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing mips pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads witli... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 790 páginas
...gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with... | |
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