 | Austin Dobson, Frederick Locker-Lampson, Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1892 - Страниц: 92
...romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced — O Heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...isle, And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd, — of politics or prayers, — Or Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets, — Of danglers... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Rufus Edmonds Shapley - 1894 - Страниц: 464
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced — Oh Heaven, her dancing I Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talked, — of politics or prayers, — Of Soutbey's prose,... | |
 | 1894 - Страниц: 288
...She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her danc • ing! 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 talked of politics or prayers, Of Southey's prose or... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1895 - Страниц: 552
...romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — 0 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 left her sparrows. She talked of politics or prayers, Of Southey's prose or Wordsworth's... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1896 - Страниц: 94
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing! ARK was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...of arrows; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. 37 'HE talked,—of politics or prayers,— Of Southey's prose... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - Страниц: 642
...romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star, And when she danced — O heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white, Her voice was exquisitely...of 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... | |
 | Frederick Saunders, Minnie K. Davis - 1899 - Страниц: 768
...romancing: She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced— oh, heaven, her dancing I Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...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... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck, Frank R. Stockton, Julian Hawthorne - 1901 - Страниц: 422
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced — oh, Heaven, her dancing I 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 politics or prayers... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - 1902 - Страниц: 516
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — O Heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...isle, And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd, — of politics or prayers ; Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets ; Of daggers or... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - 1902 - Страниц: 508
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced — O 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, She talk'd, — of politics or prayers ; Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets; Of daggers 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,... 
