 | Richard Cattermole - 1840 - 232 pàgines
...faints, Still finding all, yet seeking all it finds, — How endless is your labyrinth of bliss, Where to be lost the sweetest finding is ! " Ah wretch !...have I my hungry wishes fed, And in their happy joys redress'd my ruth ! Ah, that they now are heralds of disdain, That erst were ever pitiers of my pain... | |
 | 1843 - 802 pàgines
...irnparadise their minds ; Wherein eternal study never faints, Still finding all — yet seeking all it finds. Ah, wretch ! how oft have I sweet lessons read In...wishes fed, And in their happy joys redressed my ruth. Those eyes whose glances arc a silent speech, In cyphered words high mysteries disclosing; Which with... | |
 | Richard Cattermole - 1845 - 234 pàgines
...faints, Still finding all, yet seeking all it finds,— How endless is your labyrinth of bliss, Where to be lost the sweetest finding is ! " Ah wretch !...have I my hungry wishes fed, And in their happy joys redress'd my ruth ! Ah, that they now are heralds of disdain, That erst were ever pitiers of my pain... | |
 | Saint Robert Southwell - 1856 - 252 pàgines
...faints, Still finding all, yet seeking all it finds : How endless is your labyrinth of bliss, Where to be lost the sweetest finding is ! Ah wretch ! how...have I my hungry wishes fed, And in their happy joys redress'd my ruth ! Ah ! that they now are heralds of disdain, That erst were ever pitiers of my pain... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1904 - 438 pàgines
...your labyrinth of blisse, Where to be lost the sweetest finding is 1 tvin. ' Ah wretch ! how oft haue I sweet lessons read In those dear eyes, the registers of truth ! How oft haue I my hungrie wishes fed And in their happy ioyes redrest my ruth ! Ah ! that they now are heralds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1904 - 450 pàgines
...labyrinth of blisse, Where to be lost the sweetest finding is ! I. VIH. ' Ah wretch ! how oft haue I sweet lessons read In those dear eyes, the registers of truth ! How oft haue I my hungrie wishes fed And in their happy ioyes redrest my ruth 1 Ah ! that they now are heralds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1904 - 438 pàgines
...your labyrinth of blisse, Where to be lost the sweetest finding is ! Lvin. ' Ah wretch ! how oft haue I sweet lessons read In those dear eyes, the registers of truth t How oft haue I my hungrie wishes fed And in their happy ioyes redrest my ruth ! Ah 1 that they now... | |
 | Joseph O'Connor - 1911 - 384 pàgines
...never faints, Still finding all, yet seeking all it finds; How endless is your labyrinth of bliss Where to be lost the sweetest finding is. Ah wretch ! how...of disdain, That erst were ever pitiers of my pain ! In his agony the apostle thinks of how he shall dare to meet the Blessed Virgin, Mary of Bethany,... | |
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Where to be lost the sweetest finding is ! Ah wretch ! how oft have I sweet lessons read In those dear eyes, the registers of truth ! How oft have I my hungry wishes fed, And in their happy joys... 