 Is situate on the coast, where Po descends To rest in ocean with his sequent streams. “Love, that in gentle heart is quickly learnt, Entangled him by that fair form, from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still: Love, that denial...  song and legend from the middle ages - Page 122by william d. mcclintock - 1893Full view - About this book
 | 1818 - 638 pages
...by that fair form, from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me slill ; Love, that denial takes from none beloved, Caught me with pleasing him so...yet deserts me not ; Love brought us to one death. The whole history of woman's love is as highly and completely wrought, we think, in these few lines,... | |
 | 1805 - 752 pages
...thou fee'ft, he yet deferís me not. Love brought us to one death : Caina waits The foul, who fpilt our life." Such were their words ; At hearing which downward I bent my looks, And held them there fo long, that the bard cried : " What art thou pond'ring ?" I in anfwcr thus : " Alas ! by what fweet... | |
 | Dante Alighieri - 1814 - 262 pages
...Love, that in gentle heart is quickly learnt. Entangled him hy thiit fair form, from me 10t 2I Canght me with pleasing him so passing well. That, as thou see'st, he yet deserts me not. .Love hronght us to one death! Caina waits 105 The soul, who spilt our life." Snch were their words ; At... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1822 - 402 pages
...denial takes from none belov'd,* Caught me with, pleasing hin^ so passing well, That, as thousee'st, he yet deserts me not, Love brought us to one death...The soul, who spilt our life." Such were their words j At hearing which downward 1 bent my looks, And held them there so long, that the bard cried : " What... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1822 - 414 pages
...denial takes from none belov'd,* Caught me with pleasing him so passing well. That, as thousee'st, he yet deserts me not, Love brought us to one death : Caina§ waits The soul, who spilt our life." Sueh were their words } At hearing whieh downward 1 bent my looks, And held them there so long, that... | |
 | Jean-Charles-Léonard Simonde Sismondi - 1823 - 466 pages
...from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still : Love, that denial takes from none belov'd, Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That,...death : Caina waits The soul, who spilt our life." After a pause, Dante exclaims : " Alas! by what sweet thoughts, what fond desire Must they at length... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 586 pages
...form, from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still: Love, that denial takes from none belov'd Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That,...me not. Love brought us to one death : Cai'na waits [their words; The soul, who spilt our life.' Such were At hearing which downward I bent my looks, [cried,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1833 - 594 pages
...form, from me Ta'eu in such cruel sort, as grieves me still : Love, that denial takes from none belov'd Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That,...deserts me not. Love brought us to one death : Cai'na wails [their words ; The soul, who spilt our life.' Such were At hearing which downward I bent my looks,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 350 pages
...from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still : Love, that denial takes from none heloved, Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That, as thou seest, he yet deserts me not. Love hrought us to one death : Caina waits The soul, who spilt our life.' Such were their words ; At hearing... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1835 - 348 pages
...from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me still : Love, that denial takes from none heloved, Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That, as thou seest, he yet deserts me not Love hrought us to one death : Caina waits The soul, who spilt our life.' Such were their words ; At hearing... | |
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