tis a hero's task to kiss away! And then she loosens from me, trembling still Like a bright throbbing robe, and bids me "Go!"^ When pearly tears her drooping eyelids fill, And her swart beauty whitens into snow; And lost to use of life and hope and will,... Undertones - Página 164por Robert Williams Buchanan - 1863 - 241 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
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...upon a heart as soft as they Tears 'tis a hero's task to kiss away I And then she loosens from rr-e, trembling still Like a bright throbbing robe, and...her to me, flush'd with shame and joy ! Once more, О Rome ! I would be son of thine— This constant prayer my chain'd soul ever saith— I thirst for... | |
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1884 - 614 páginas
...And then she loosens from me, trembling still Like a bright throbbing robe, and bids me ' go I ' — When pearly tears her drooping eyelids fill, And her...upon her with a warrior's woe. And turn, and watch hersidelong in annoy — Then snatch her to me, flush'd with shame and joy ! Once more, O Rome II would... | |
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1884 - 594 páginas
...And then she loosens from me, trembling still Like a bright throbbing robe, and bids me ' go Г — When pearly tears her drooping eyelids fill. And her...snow ; And lost to use of life and hope and will, I ga/e upon her with a warrior's woe, And turn, and watch hersidelonginnnnoy — Then snatch her to me,... | |
| Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1911 - 472 páginas
...aside, but at the sound Of her low voice, I turn — and she perceives The cloud of Rome upon my brow and round My neck she twines her odorous arms and...watch her sidelong in annoy — Then snatch her to me, flushed with shame and joy. Once more, O Rome, I would be son of thine — This constant prayer my... | |
| Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1911 - 470 páginas
...aside, but at the sound Of her low voice, I turn — and she perceives The cloud of Rome upon my brow and round My neck she twines her odorous arms and...watch her sidelong in annoy — Then snatch her to me, flushed with shame and joy. Once more, O Rome, I would be son of thine — This constant prayer my... | |
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