 Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to woman's breast, To make ten frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest...  Chronicles of life - Pàgina 231per Margaret Baron- Wilson - 1840Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Thomas Moore - 1806 - 370 pàgines
...kind, from cunning loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that's best in both. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives...frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest ! Away, away — your smile's a curse — Oh ! blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying heaven !... | |
 | 1806 - 550 pàgines
...from cunning; loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that's best in both. " Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives...frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest ! , " Away, away — your smile's a curse — ' Oh ! blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying heaven... | |
 | 1821 - 780 pàgines
...folly kind, from cunning loath) To make ten frigid coicombs vain, Than one true, manly, lover blest. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to woman's bre ast away—your smile's a curse— blot me from the race of oicn, Kind pitying Heaven! by death... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 348 pàgines
...kind, from cunning loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that's best in both. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives...frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest ! Away, away, — your smile's a curse — Oh ! blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying Heaven !... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 344 pàgines
...kind, from cunning loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that's best in both. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to woman's breast Away, away,—your smile's a curse— Oh ! blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying Heaven ! by death... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 340 pàgines
...from cunning loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that's best in both. " Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives...frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest .' Away, away — your smile's a curse — Oh ! blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying Heaven !... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pàgines
...cunning loth, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love? Yet feigning all that's best in both. Still punting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to woman's...frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest! Away, away,— your smile's a curse—- Oh.' blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying Heaven ! by... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 pàgines
...cunning loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that 's best in both. Stilt panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to...frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest ! Away, away — your smile 'sa curse — Oh ! blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying Heaven !... | |
 | Woman - 1835 - 758 pàgines
...kind, from cunning loth ; Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that's best in both : Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives...breast, To make ten frigid coxcombs vain, Than one triie manly lover blest. MOORE. § 1. — A creature by nature fond of pleasing, Woman sometimes carries... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1838 - 412 pàgines
...kind, from cunning loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that 's best in both. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives...frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true, manly lover blest ! Away, away — your smile 'sa curse— Oh ! blot me from the race of men, Kind pitying He»ven !... | |
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