 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...and short : The hallow'd hour was near at hand : she sighs Amid the timbrels, and the throng'd resort Of whisperers in anger, or in sport ; 'Mid looks of love, defiance, hate, and scorn, Hoodwink'd with fniry fancy ; all amort, Save to St. Agnes, and her lambs unshorn, And all the bliss to be before to-morrow... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...and short The hallow'd hour was near at hand : she sighs Amid the timbrels, and the throng'd resort Of whisperers in anger, or in sport ; 'Mid looks of...unshorn, And all the bliss to be before to-morrow morn. So, purposing each moment to retire, She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 стор.
...and short; The hallow'd hour was near at hand ; she sighs Amid the timbrels, and the throng'd resort Of whisperers, in anger or in sport; 'Mid looks of love, defiance, hate, and scorn; Jfood-wink'd with faery fancy ; all amort, Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn, And all the buss... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...and short; The hallow'd hour was near at hand: she sighs Amid the timbrels and the throng'd resort Of whisperers in anger or in sport; 'Mid looks of...unshorn, And all the bliss to be before to-morrow morn. So, purposing each moment to retire, She linger'd still. Meantime across the moprs, Had come young... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...whispers in anger, or in sport ; M id looks of love, defiance, hate, and scorn, Hoodwink'd with fairy fancy ; all amort, Save to St. Agnes, and her lambs...unshorn. And all the bliss to be before to-morrow morn. So, purposing each moment to retire, She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...and short ; The hallow'd hour was near at hand ; she sighs Amid the timbrels and the throng'd resort Of whisperers in anger or in sport ; 'Mid looks of...hate, and scorn ; Hoodwink'd with faery fancy ; all amoit, Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn, And all the bliss to be before to-morrow morn. ix'... | |
 | 1845 - 614 стор.
...and short; The hallowed hour was near nt hand ; she si^ht Amid the timbrels, and the thronged resort nJ all I saw ; And, as a hare, i Hood-winked with faery fancy ; all amort, Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn, And all the bliss... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 стор.
...and short ; The hallow'd hour was near at hand : she sighs Amid the timbrels and the throng'd resort Of whisperers in anger or in sport ; 'Mid looks of love, defiance, hate, and scorn ; Hoodimnk'd with faery fancy ; all amort, Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn, And all the bliss... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...and short ; The hallow'd hour was near at hand : she sighs Amid the timbrels and the throng'd resort Of whisperers in anger or in sport ; 'Mid looks of love, defiance, hate, and scorn ; Hoodwin/fd urith faery fancy ; all amort, Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn, And all the bliss... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...and short; The hallow'd hour was near at hand ; she sighs Amid the timbrels aud the throng'd resort Of whisperers in anger or in sport; 'Mid looks of love, defiance, hate, and scorn ; Hoodwinli'd with faery fancy; all amort. Save to St. Agnes and her lambs unshorn, And all the bliss... | |
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She linger'd still. Meantime, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline. Beside the portal doors... 
