 The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace— all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least.  The Living Age - Pàgina 4961906Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1843 - 534 pàgines
...her throat ;' such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart how shall I say ? too soon made glad,...her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one ! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The hough of cherries some officious... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 382 pàgines
...her throat;" such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say — too soon made...she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went every where. Sir, 'twas all one ! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West,... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 pàgines
...her throat;" such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say — too soon made...she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went every where. Sir, 'twas all one ! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West,... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1848 - 384 pàgines
...thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart—how shall I say—too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went every where. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West,... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1848 - 320 pàgines
...sunshine broken in the rill Though turned astray is sunshine still. MOORE — Lalla Rookh. 34. She has A heart . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed ; she likes whate'er She looks on, and her looks go everywhere. Oh, Sir, she smiles no doubt Whene'er you... | |
 | 1849 - 602 pàgines
...how shall I say ? ... loo soon made glad, Too easily imprest* d: — she liked whate'er She look'd 49 bougli of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, — the white mule She rodo with... | |
 | 1849 - 538 pàgines
...style of the majority of Mr. Browning's lyrics. The Italian's jealousy is thus finely indicated : — " She had A heart . . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, . . Too easily impress'd : — she liked whate'er She look'd on, and her looks went every where. — Sir, 'twas all... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 364 pàgines
...her throat ;" such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say — too soon made...she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went every where. Sir, 'twas all one ! My favour at her b/east, The dropping of the daylight in the West,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 pàgines
...her throat ;" such stuff Was courtesy she thought ; and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say ? — too soon made glad, Too easily imprest ; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one ! my... | |
 | 1856 - 704 pàgines
...throat ;' such stuff . 'Twas courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart— how shall I say? — too soon made...breast, The dropping of the daylight in the west, The bougn of cherries some official tool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round... | |
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