 | Leigh Hunt - 1848 - 328 pàgines
...of Charles the First, and author of the exquisite ballad beginning, — " When Love with unconfmed wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates; " When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd in her eye, The birds that wanton in the... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 pàgines
...; I could not lore thee, dear, so mach, Lov'd I not honour more. To Aluica,from Pram. When 1оте with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetterM with her eye, The birds that wanton in the... | |
 | 1849 - 364 pàgines
...at Yale College. COI. RICHARD LOVEUCl.™ TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. WHEH Love, with unconfine'd wing, Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 pàgines
...Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air, Know no...no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses crown'd, Our hearts with loyal flame's; When thirsty grief iu wine we steep, When healths and draughts... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 602 pàgines
...shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettur'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1851 - 332 pàgines
...turns to coal, Then chiefly lives ! TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. RICIIAHD LOVELACE, born 1618, died 105S. WHEN love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air,... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 pàgines
...lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the air, Know no suck liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses crown'd, Our hearts with loyal flames j When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 600 pàgines
...love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. When love with unconflned wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1852 - 800 pàgines
...of consumption, induced by misery and want. TO ALTHEA. Written in Priton. When love with unconflned wings Hovers within my gates : And my divine Althea...at the grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The gods that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. • • • • • Stone... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pàgines
...will return to thee, Ev'n sated with varietie. ToAlthea. — From Prison. When love with uncoufined wings Hovers within my gates; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates : When I lye tangled in her haire, And fetter' d to her eye; The gods that wanton in the aire, Know no such... | |
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TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. 
