 tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; ' To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.  The Augustan review - Сторінка 201816Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1854 - 380 стор.
...clothe itself in the language of disparagement — why, is yet to be explained. ' Perhaps 'tis pretty To mutter and mock a broken charm ; To dally with wrong that does no harm ; Perhaps 'tis pretty to tie together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To feel, at each wild word, within, A sweet... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 стор.
...love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm,...a world of sin (O sorrow and shame should this be tru« !) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain, So talks as it's most... | |
 | Anna Brownell Jameson, Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1858 - 314 стор.
...famous story of Alexander and his physician. 2 Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm ! The warmth and vivacity of Juliet's fancy, which plays like a light over every part of her character... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1861 - 448 стор.
...love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm,...recoil of love and pity. And what, if in a world of sin (0 sorrow and shame should this he true !) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 332 стор.
...love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. At each wild word to feel within Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty A sweet recoil of love and pity.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1868 - 714 стор.
...love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; ' To mutter and mock a broken...recoil of love and pity. And what, if in a world of sin (0 sorrow and shame should this be true !) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1868 - 828 стор.
...asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between. Rid. Perhaps 't is pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Conclusion to Part ii. Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1869 - 204 стор.
...love's excess With words of unmeant bitterness. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no Liirm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and... | |
 | William Clark Russell - 1872 - 304 стор.
...I only who have the power to produce its changes. ' It is pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm,...word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.' ' Then, Mr. Poet, you really do not admire Miss Lepell ? ' 'I admire her as a fine figure of wax and... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 стор.
...asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between. ibid. Perhaps 't is pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Conelusion to Part ii. Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth,... | |
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