 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 takes from none beloved, Caught me with pleasing him so passing well, That, as thou seest, he yet deserts...  Ravenna: A Study - Page 216by Edward Hutton - 1913 - 300 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1818 - 638 pages
...learned, . Entangled him by that fair form, from me Ta'en in such cruel sort, as grieves me slill ; Love, that denial takes from none beloved, Caught...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,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | DAVID WILLISON - 1818 - 572 pages
...ancor non m'abbandona : Amor condusse noi ad una morte, Love, that in gentle heart is quickly learned, Entangled him by that fair form, from me Ta'en in...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,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1833 - 590 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,...deserts me not. Love brought us to one death : Ca'ina wails [their words; The soul, who spilt our life.' Such were At hearing which downward I bent my looks,... | |
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