 | Edmund Waller - 1857 - 404 страница
...might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move ! A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair ; Give me but what this ribband... | |
 | 1857 - 514 страница
...might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere. The pale which held that lovely deer. My Joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move I A narrow compass 1 and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair ; Give me but what this... | |
 | 1861 - 600 страница
...my love, His arms might do what this lias done. Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round !' There is of course a sense in which it would... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 страница
...gone. Anon. xcv ON A GIRDLE It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 страница
...might do what this has done. It was my heav'n's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move ! A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair ; Give me but what this ribband... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 страница
...my joyful temples bind : It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer ; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move ! A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair. Give me but what this ribbon bound,... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1865 - 398 страница
...Was floating on the billows of sweet sound. Trench. Narrow Compass of her Waist. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair ; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. Waller. Her Weakness. How hard it is for women... | |
 | 1865 - 380 страница
...Was floating on the billows of sweet sound. Trench. Narrow Compass of her Waist. A. narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair ; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. Waller. Her Weakness. How hard it is for women... | |
 | Henry Drury - 1865 - 430 страница
...do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound,... | |
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That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my... 
