 twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee,...  The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Page 231818Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 366 pages
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, " Though heaven, it may be death to thee. " Farewel — and blessings on thy way, " Where'er thou go'st, "beloved stranger ! " Better to sit... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 335 pages
...soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die! " Now too—the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt or knew,...hear thee, call thee mine,— " Oh misery! must I loose that too? " Yet go—on peril's brink we meet;— " Those frightful rocks—that treacherous... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817
...came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine 44 Of all I ever dreamt or knew, «•' To see thee, hear thee, call thce mine,— " Oh misery ! must I lose that too? Such are the cherished grief* of a morbid sensibility.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, " Though Heaven, it may be death to thee. ' ' Farewell — and blessings on thy way, " Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger ! " Better to sit... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, " Though Heaven, it may be death to thee. " Farewell — and blessings on thy way, " Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger ! " Better to sit... | |
 | Alicia Lefanu - 1823
...me with its soft, black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy, most like divine, Of all I ever dreamt...call thee mine — Oh, misery ! must I lose that too ? ; !.. Lalla Rookh. RETURNING to the drawing-room in a state of mind more easily conceived than described,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 6 pages
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me welt " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine •' Of all I ever...though sweet, ".Though heaven, it may be death to thee. " Farewell — and blessings on thy way, " Whe'er thoogo'st, beloved stranger 1 " Better to sit and... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1826 - 397 pages
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...-?-* " Oh misery ! must I lose that too ? " Yet go — r on peril's brink we meet ; T" Those frightful roeks — that treacherous sea — •* •* No,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827
...»oft black eye. But when it came to know me well. And love me, it wa« «lire to die* Row loo — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear Iher, call thee mine, Oh, misery! miut I low that loo! Yet go — on peril's hrink »e meet ; Those... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 419 pages
...with its soft black eye, But when it саше to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thce, huiir tlicc, call thec mine, Oh, misery ! must I lose t/iat too? Yet go — on peril's brink... | |
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