 Oh ! woman's heart is like the rose, That glows beneath the tropic's flame, That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows, For ever lovely — and the same. Whate'er her rank — whate'er her lot, Where'er her gentle influence ranges, The art to bless is ne'er...  The Last of His Family - Страница 186написао/ла Nathan Lanesford Foster - 1848 - 280 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1828 - 506 страница
...with heauty's glance the wave. Oh ! woman's heart is like the rose, That glows beneath the tropic's flame, That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows, For ever lovely — and the same. Whate'er her rank, whate'er her lot. Where'er her gentle influence ranges, The art to bless is ne'er... | |
 | James Caughey - 1845 - 336 страница
...my story deserves them :< — " Oh ! woman's heart is like the rose, That glows beneath the tropics' flame, That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows, For ever lovely and the same. Whate'er her rank, whate'er her lot, Where'er her gentle influence ranges, The art to bless is ne'er... | |
 | Nathan Lanesford Foster - 1850 - 238 страница
...succurrcre disco. — VIRGIL, " Oh, WOMAN'S heart is like the rose, That glows beneath the tropiek's flame ; That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows,...Than have achieved the deeds, which stamp the name Of CJESAK, brave; or ALEXANDER, great / Once an illiberal, churlish, poet said Frailty, thy name is woman.... | |
 | James Caughey - 1857 - 444 страница
...of my story deserves them:— " Oh! woman's heart is like the rose, That glows beneath the tropics' flame, That blooms as sweet 'mid northern snows, For ever lovely and the same. Whate'er her rank, whate'er her lot, Where'er her gentle influence ranges, The art to bless is ne'er... | |
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