 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 484 стор.
...bosom's blood were balm, And well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute'» calm : lu Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! Think'st thou... | |
 | Hubert Marshall Skinner - 1893 - 464 стор.
...one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face : Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ? Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1895 - 874 стор.
...bosom's blood were balm, "And, well thou knowst, I 'd shed it all " To give thy brow one minute's calm. " Nay, turn not from me that dear face — "Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — "The one, the chosen one, whose place " In life or death is by thy side? " Thinkst... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1890 - 346 стор.
...while yet they fall Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine?— thine own loved bride? — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side? Think'st... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 534 стор.
...bosom's blood were balm, And well thou kuowest I'd shed it all To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face: Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ? Think'st thou... | |
 | C. van Tiel, M. G. van Neck - 1900 - 472 стор.
...minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own lov'd bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side! Think'st thou that she, whose only light In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could... | |
 | 1905 - 622 стор.
...brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear faceAm I not thine— thy own lov'd bride—- The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ? Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could... | |
 | C. Van Tiel, M.G. van Neck - 1912 - 424 стор.
...bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou knowest, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own lov'd bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side! Think'st thou that... | |
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tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. 
