 Tis dark: quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: " This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline ! " 'Tis dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat: " No dream, alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine. — Cruel! what traitor...  The Poems of John Keats - Сторінка 185автори: John Keats - 1905 - 614 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...the flaw-blown sleet: " This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline ! " Tis dark: the iced gusts slill rave and beat : " No dream, alas ! alas ! and woe...pine. — Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring Î 1 curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though Ihou fursakest a deceived thing ; — A dove... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...flaw-blown sleet : "This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline !" Tie dark : the iced gusts still mve and beat : " No dream, alas! alas! and woe is mine!...will leave me here to fade and pine.— Cruel ! what tmitor could thee hither bring ? I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...is dark : quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet : " This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline !" 'T is dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat: " No dream,...A dove forlorn and lost with sick unpruned wing." " My Madeline ! sweet dreamer! lovely bride ! Say, may I be for aye thy vassal blest ? Thy beauty's... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 стор.
...XXXV1L 'Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: " This is no dream ; my bride, my Madeline !" 'Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat. "...here to fade and pine ;— Cruel ! what traitor could thec hither bring ! I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine, Though thou forsakest a deceived thing... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 стор.
...жххпь Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet : " This is no dream ; my bride, my Madeline !" 'Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat. "...! and woe is mine ; Porphyro will leave me here to fado and pine ; — Cruel ! what traitor could thce hither bring ? I curse not, for my heart is lost... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...is dark ; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: " This is no dream ; my bride, my Madeline !" T is dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat. " No dream,...! and woe is mine; Porphyro will leave me here to rave and pine; Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring! I curse not, for my heart is lost in thine,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...is dark ; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet : " This is no dream ; my bride, my Madeline !" T is dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat. " No dream,...! and woe is mine ; Porphyro will leave me here to rave and pine ; Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring ! I curse not, for my heart is lost in... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 282 стор.
...set. 'T is dark; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: " fhis is no dream ; my bride, my Madeline !" 'Tis dark: the iced gusts still rave and beat. " No dream, alas ! alas ! and wo is mine; Porphyro will leave me here to rave and pine; Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring!... | |
 | 1845 - 614 стор.
...• 'Tis dark ; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet ; " This is no dream; my bride, my Madeline !" 'Tis dark ; the iced gusts still rave and beat. " No dream, alas ! alas ! and wo is mine ; Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine; — Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 стор.
...'T is dark; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet: " This is no dream; my bride, my Madeline !" • 'Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat. " No dream, alas ! alas ! and wo is mine ; Porphyro will leave me here to rave and pine; Cruel! what traitor could thee hither bring!... | |
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