 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - Страниц: 344
...romancing, She was our queen, our rose, our star, And when she danced — Oh, heaven ! her dancing ! Dark was her hair ; her hand was white ; Her voice was...arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows ! She talked of politics or prayers, Of Southey's prose, or... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - Страниц: 588
...romancing, She was our queen, our rose, our star, And when she danced — Oh, heaven ! her dancing ! Dark was her hair ; her hand was white ; Her voice was...arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows! She talked of politics or prayers, Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1852 - Страниц: 342
...her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender, Her eyes were full of liquid light; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left...score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, I wondered where she 'd left her sparrows. She talk'd of politics or prayers ; Of Southey's prose,... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1852 - Страниц: 324
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender, Her eyes were full of liquid light ; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - Страниц: 580
...romancing, She was our queen, our rose, our star, And when she danced— Oh, heaven ! her dancing ! , Dark was her hair; her hand was white; Her voice was exquisitely...right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Veaus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows! She talked of politics or prayers,... | |
 | James Parton - 1856 - Страниц: 720
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 't was Venus from her isle, I wondered where she 'd left her sparrows. She talk'd of polities or prayers... | |
 | James Parton - 1856 - Страниц: 700
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced—oh, heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows; I thought't was Yenus from her isle, I wondered where she 'd left her sparrows. She talk'd of politics... | |
 | James Parton - 1857 - Страниц: 706
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, I wondered where she 'd left her sparrows. She talk'd of politics or prayers ; Of Southey's prose,... | |
 | Stories - 1858 - Страниц: 274
...romancing: She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced— oh, heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white; Her voice was exquisitely...score of arrows; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, I wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd of politics or prayers; Of Southey's prose, or... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 558
...romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when the danced — oh. heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...of arrows ; I thought, 'twas Venus from her isle, I wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd of politics or prayers; Of Southey's prose, or... | |
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Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle,... 
