 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 стор.
...breast. My passion with your beauty grew, While Cupid at my heart Still, as his mother favored yon, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part : To make a lover, he Employed the ntmost of his art ; To make a beauty, she. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. ON A GIRDLE. THAT which... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1877 - 472 стор.
...Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favour'd yon, Threw a new flaming dart." And then sums up : " Each gloried in their wanton part : To make a lover, he Employ'd the utmost of his art . To make a beauty, she." l There is no love whatever in these pretty things ; they... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1878 - 518 стор.
...ben (2фnulзfen eineö jungen *) My passion with your beauty grew, While Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favour'd you, Threw a new flaming dart...their wanton part; To make a lover, he Employ'd the utmost of his art; To make a beauty, she. Z dint, (Sefd). tier engt, fiitctotut. II. ЗШЬфепа;... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 524 стор.
...my bosom rest. My passion with your beauty grew, And Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favoured you, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part ; To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art, To make a beauty she. Though now I slowly bend to love, Uncertain of... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 стор.
...my bosom rest. My i>assion with your beauty grew, And Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favored ER. THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is n Employed the utmost of his art ; To make a Beauty, she. Though now I slowly bend to love Uncertain... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 524 стор.
...my bosom rest. My passion with your beauty grew, And Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favoured you, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part ; To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art, To make a beauty she. Though now I slowly bend to love, Uncertain of... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 стор.
...in my breast. My passion with your beauty grew. While Cupid at my heart Still as his mother favor'd and none left The nice Morn on th' Indian steep, From her cabin'd loophole peep, And to the tell- utmost of his art — To make a beauty, she. Though now I slowly bend to love Uncertain of my fate,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1882 - 524 стор.
...my bosom rest. My passion with your beauty grew, And Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favoured you, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part ; To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art, To make a beauty she. Though now I slowly bend to love, Uncertain of... | |
 | English lyrics - 1883 - 330 стор.
...my bosom rest. My passion with your beauty grew, And Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favoured you, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part : To make a lover he Employed the utmost of his art, To make a beauty she. Though now I slowly bend to love, Uncertain of... | |
 | Thomas Young Crowell - 1885 - 702 стор.
...my bosom rest. My passion with your beauty grew, And Cupid at my heart, Still, as his mother favored you, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part : To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art — To make a beauty she. Though now I slowly bend to love, Uncertain... | |
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Still as his mother favoured you, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part ; To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art — To make a beauty, she. 
