 And now, my Love ! my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake ! Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.  The Eve of St. Agnes - Сторінка 23автори: John Keats - 1856 - 30 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...thine eyes, for meek St. Agnus' nuke, Or I shall drowse beside thcc, so my soul doth ache." XXXIIThus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow....dusk curtains: — 'twas a midnight charm Impossible lo melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam ; Broad golden fringe upon the... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light — " And now, my love, my semph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine...for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside tliee, so my soul duth ache." rxxu. Thns whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — " And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 стор.
...the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. " And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine...in her pillow. Shaded was her dream ., By the dusk curtains;—'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers in the... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. " And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine...drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." XXXII. By the dusk curtains;—'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...night. Filling the chilly room with perfume light.— '* And now, my love, mv seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains:... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. " And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." By the dusk curtains;—'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream : The lustrous salvers... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. " And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains... | |
 | 1845 - 614 стор.
...night, Filling the chilly room with perj'umt li-Jtt.— u And now, my love, my seraph fair awake I Thoa illis Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. lt And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine eyes for meek St. Agues' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache. Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved... | |
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