 Are ye unwise who would not let me love you? Or must too bold desires be quieted? Only to ease you, never to reprove you, I will go back to heaven with heart unfed: Yet sisterly I turn, I bend above you, To kiss (ah, with what sorrow!) all my dead. Next...  Louise Imogen Guiney - Сторінка 71автори: Alice Brown - 1921 - 111 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1906
...pleasure spent: But now, farewell ! I take my sad ascent, With failure over all I nursed and knew. Are ye unwise, who would not let me love you? Or must...be quieted? Only to ease you, never to reprove you, 1 will go back to heaven with heart unfed; Yet sisterly I turn, I bend above you, To kiss (O with what... | |
 | Louise Imogen Guiney - 1909 - 176 стор.
...sovereign pleasure spent: But now, farewell! I take my sad ascent, With failure over all I nursed and knew. Are ye unwise, who would not let me love you ? Or...you, To kiss (ah, with what sorrow!) all my dead. As I came homeward At merry Christmas, By the old Church tower Through the Churchyard grass, And saw... | |
 | 1921
...they hold no foot of vain desire. The sonnet Astraea* her actual farewell, has the poignant sestette: Are ye unwise who would not let me love you? Or must...Yet sisterly I turn, I bend above you, To kiss (ah, wath what sorrow!) all my dead. Next to the Golden City of belief she had, as she began, continued... | |
 | Eva Mabel Tenison - 1923 - 348 стор.
...Happy Ending," p. 35. But now, farewell, I take my sad ascent, With failure over all I nursed and knew. Are ye unwise, who would not let me love you ? Or...you, To kiss (ah ! with what sorrow !) all my dead." Who shall analyse all that these fourteen lines mean, or might mean ? They are the more impressive... | |
 | Cheryl Walker - 1992 - 423 стор.
...the goddess of justice, the last of the immortals to withdraw from the earth after the Golden Age. Are ye unwise, who would not let me love you? Or must...you, To kiss (ah, with what sorrow!) all my dead. WH AD MDCCLXXVIII-MDCCCXXX Between the wet trees and the sorry steeple, Keep, Time, in dark Soho,'... | |
 | 1921
...they hold no foot of vain desire. The sonnet Astraea* her actual farewell, has the poignant sestette: Are ye unwise who would not let me love you? Or must...City of belief she had, as she began, continued to serve poetry, the "love of lovely words." And though an initiate world had hailed her, when, like a... | |
 | Henry Mills Alden, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman, Thomas Bucklin Wells - 1906
...sovereign pleasure spent: But now, farewell II take my sad ascent, With failure over all I nursed and knew. 'Are ye unwise, who would not let me love you? Or...unfed; Yet sisterly I turn, I bend above you, To kiss (O with what sorrow!) all my dead. New York Revisited BY HENRY JAMES II My recovery of impressions,... | |
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