| 1845 - 614 стор.
...spiritual and clear ; How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear — Give me that voice aeain, iny Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear; Oh ! leave me not in this eternal wo, For if thou dicst, my love, I know not where to go." Madeline is rnlf awake, and Porphyro reassures... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 стор.
...And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear ; How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks...complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal wo, For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these... | |
| John Keats - 1846 - 340 стор.
...And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks...complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal wo, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. 39 xxxvi. Beyond a mortal... | |
| John Keats - 1847 - 280 стор.
...; And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear: How changed thou art! how pallid, chill, and drear! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks...For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." XXXVI. Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush'd,... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 стор.
...dear! 0 leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." XXXVI. Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Kthereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose ; Into her... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 стор.
...again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear; Oh ! leave me not in this eternal wo, For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go " Beyond a mortal man impassion' d faru At these voluptuous accent! he arose, Ethereal, flush' d, and like a throwing star... | |
| Boys - 1852 - 466 стор.
...And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks...For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." XXXVI. Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush'd,... | |
| John Keats - 1855 - 416 стор.
...And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks...For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." XXXVI. Beyond a mortal man impassioned far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flushed,... | |
| John Keats - 1856 - 70 стор.
...And those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : How changed thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drear ! Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks...For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." xxxvi. Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flush'd,... | |
| William Hone - 1859 - 882 стор.
...those sad eyes were spiritual and clear : " How chang'd thou art ! how pallid, chill, and drew •' Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, " Those looks...far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flusn'd, and like a throbbing star. Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose, Into her dream he... | |
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