 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1821 - 596 pàgines
...to praise. ' In native curls her waving ringlets flow, Yet added curls the breathing gales bestow : Her eye was fix'd upon herself alone, As greedy of Love's treasures, and its own : Glow'd on her cheek the rose's purple light, Though soften'd by the blending iv'ry's white ; But on her lips, whence... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, Sir William Smith, Rowland Edmund Prothero Baron Ernle, George Walter Prothero - 1821 - 612 pàgines
...to praise. ' In native curls her waving ringlets flow, Yet added curls the breathing gales bestow : Her eye was fix'd upon herself alone, As greedy of Love's treasures, and its own : Glow'd on her cheek the rose's purple light, Though soften'd by the blending iv'ry's white ; But on her lips, whence... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1824 - 406 pàgines
...pours redoubled In native curls her waving ringlets flow, Yet added curls the breathing gales bestow : Her eye was fix'd upon herself alone, As greedy of Love's treasures, and its own : Glow'd on her cheek the rose's purple light, Though soften'd by the blending ivory's white ; But on her lips, whence... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1824 - 442 pàgines
...redoubled day. In native curls her waving ringlets flow, Yet added curls the breathing gales bestow : Her eye was fix'd upon herself alone, As greedy of Love's treasures, and its own : Glow'd on her cheek the rose's purple light, Though soften'd by the blending ivory's white ; But on her lips, whence... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 414 pàgines
...pours redoubled In native curls her waving ringlets flow, Yet added curls the breathing gales bestow : Her eye was fix'd upon herself alone, As greedy of Love's treasures, and its own : Glow'd on her cheek the rose's purple light, Though soften'd by the blending ivory's white; But on her lips, whence... | |
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In native curls her waving ringlets flow, Yet added curls the breathing gales bestow : Her eye was fix'd upon herself alone, As greedy of Love's treasures, and its own : Glow'd on her cheek the rose's purple light, Though soften'd by the blending ivory's... 