 ... I came to tell thee something : what, I know not. I only know one word that should have been ; And that Oh ! if thy skin were seam'd with wrinkles, If on thy cheek sate sallow hollowness, If thy warm voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill ; But...  The poetic negligée, by Caleb - Pàgina 65per W H. Armstrong - 1832 - 262 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1818 - 82 pàgines
...warm voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill; But to that breathing form, those ripe round lips, Like a full parted cherry, those dark eyes, Rich in such dewy languors I'll not say it Nay, nay, 'tis on me now !—Poison's at work ! Now listen to me, lady We must love.... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1821 - 202 pàgines
...voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill ; But to that breathing form, those ripe round lips, Like a full parted cherry, those dark eyes, Rich in such dewy languors I'll not say it Nay, nay, 'tis on me now ! — Poison's at work ! Now listen to me, lady — —We... | |
 | W H. Armstrong - 1832 - 286 pàgines
...usually called by " a gun." WRITTEN IN SPAIN. " Those breathing forms, those ripe round li|is Like a full parted cherry — those dark eyes, Rich in...the mem'ry entrances !) On cottagers dancing the gay saraband.* As oft, when the dance for brief moment was ended, And wont was the lyrist his art to essay,... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1840 - 384 pàgines
...voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill ; But to that breathing form, those ripe round lips, Like a full parted cherry, those dark eyes, Rich in such dewy languors I'll not say it Nay, nay, 'tis on me now ! — Poison 's at work ! Now listen to me, lady We must love.... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 pàgines
...warm voice spake shrieking, harsh, and shrill; But to that breathing form, those ripe round lipa. Like a full parted cherry, those dark eyes, Rich in such dewy languors I'1l not say it Nay, nay, 't is on me now ! — Poison 's at work ! Now listen to me, lady We must... | |
 | 1878 - 394 pàgines
...warm voice spake shrieking, harsh and shrill. But to that breathing form, those ripe round lips, Like a full parted cherry — those dark eyes, Rich in such dewy languors — I'll not say it — Nay, nay, 'tis on me now I Poison 's at work ! Now listen to me, lady— we... | |
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