 Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart...  The Kaleidoscope: or, Literary and scientific mirror - Сторінка 261825Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 412 стор.
...looks there in her bridal dress, She was all gentleness, all gnyety. Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day,...in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy ; but at the Bridal-feast, When all sate down, the blide was wanting there, Nor was she to be found ! Her Father... | |
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