 Am I not thine — thy own lov'd bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be...  Lalla Rookh - Страница 146написао/ла Thomas Moore - 1818Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Casket - 1873 - 874 страница
...thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hei's, when thou art gone? hou too again, stupendous Mountain I thou That as...with teara, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury clou'l, vet cool lips, and shore The lust pure life that lingers there." .She fails — she sinks— as dies... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 246 страница
...only light, That must be hers when thou art gone ? Tlial I can live, and let thee go, Who art my lite itself? — No, no,— When the stem dies, the leaf...turn to me, my own love, turn, Before, like thee, 1 fade and buru ; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there!" She... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 256 страница
...death, is by thy side ? Think'st thou that she, whose only light, That must be hers when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life...No, no, — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Ont of its heart must perish too ! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before, like thee, I fade and... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 страница
...thawing suns begin to shine. Than trust to love so false as thine ! MOORE. Thinkest thou That I could live, and let thee go Who art my life itself? No — no ! MOORE. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1875 - 660 страница
...from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself?—No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too ! Then... | |
 | John Cunningham Geikie - 1877 - 424 страница
...from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night That must be hers when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life...fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips, and sharo The last pure life that lingers there !" She falls—she sinks—as dies the lamp In charnel... | |
 | John Swain (Writer of Verse.) - 1877 - 436 страница
...thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life...the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too 1 Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips,... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1878 - 788 страница
...thawing suns begin to shine, Than trust to love so false as thine ! MOORE. Thinkest thou That I could live, and let thee go Who art my life itself? No — no ! MOORK. NJ, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, l!ut as truly loves on to the close ; As... | |
 | Thomas Moore, John Francis Waller - 1879 - 572 страница
...thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, 'Who art my life...share The last pure life that lingers there !" She falls — she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs, or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1879 - 634 страница
...passed away for ever from her side? She remembered some lines she had once read, she knew not where — "No! no! When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too." And must both be taken ? She could only say, " My God, give me grace to say, ' Thy will be done.' "... | |
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