 So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.  St. Martin's Summer - Pàgina 346per Anne Maria Hampton Brewster - 1866 - 442 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Robert Browning - 1830 - 426 pàgines
...people, merely born t£ bloom and drop, Here on earth they bore their fruitage7"rrnrth and folly~were the crop : What of soul was left, I wonder, when the...heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old.... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1896 - 496 pàgines
...; Butterflies may dread extinction — you'll not die, it cannot be ! As for Venice and its people, merely born to bloom and drop, Here on earth they...heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush then- bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1856 - 386 pàgines
...mirth and folly were the crop. What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? 15. " Dust and ashes ! " So you creak it, and I want the...brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old. BY THE FIRESIDE. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1859 - 520 pàgines
...The .last stanza of his " Toccata of Galuppi's" asks, Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? Elsewhere he celebrates " the hair-plait's chesnut-gold," and hair unfilleted that " spread through... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1863 - 430 pàgines
...mirth and folly were the crop : What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? XV. ' ' Dust and ashes ! " So you creak it, and I want the...heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old.... | |
 | Anne Maria Hampton Brewster - 1866 - 468 pàgines
...and point with red, dripping finger to their poison bowls and headsman's block and axe ! " merely bom to bloom and drop, Here on earth they bore their fruitage,...— what 's become of all the gold Used to hang and brtish their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old." * * Browning's " Toccata of Galnppt." When the servant... | |
 | Gerald Massey - 1866 - 624 pàgines
...and folly were the crop : What of soul was left I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? " Dust a1ul ashes" so you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear, dead women, with such hair, too—what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old.'... | |
 | 1882 - 612 pàgines
...waves drenched us by the rocks. " Where be all those Dear dead women? and with such hair, too ! What's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old," ' muttered Derwent, again gazing intently at the picture. 'Ah, where is my one dear woman? I'd give... | |
 | Edward Maitland - 1871 - 524 pàgines
...the quaint utterance of his favourite poet : — ' Dear dead women, with such hair, too, — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly, and grown old.' It was a solace to Noel to think that the anguish of his latest moments might have been assuaged by... | |
 | Edward Maitland - 1872 - 530 pàgines
...in the quaint utterance of his favourite poet: — ' Dear dead women, with such hair, too,— what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms r I feel chitly, and giown oid.' It was a solace to Noel to think that the anguish of his latest moments... | |
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