 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 350 pages
...than to rememher days Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens Thy learn'd instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art hent to know the primal root From whence...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes hy that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | 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 - 596 pages
...instructor. Yet so eagerly It thou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no [reading Suspicion near us. Oft times by that Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | 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
...instructor. Yet so eagerly 1 1 ihou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no [reading Suspicion near us. Oft times by that Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | 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
...instructor. Yet so eagerly Ii thou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love gat being, 1 will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no [reading Suspicion near us. Oft times by that Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1835 - 348 pages
...than to rememher days Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens Thy learn'd instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art hent to know the primal root From whence...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes hy that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 350 pages
...instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 308 pages
...for that of his neighbours ; If thou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love gat bemg, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | 1833 - 590 pages
...instructor. Yet so eagerly It thou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love gat being, 1 will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One...Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no [reading Suspicion near us. Oft times by ihtt Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1841 - 440 pages
...instructor. Vet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root From whence our love gat being, I will do As one who weeps and tells his tale. One...Lancelot How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our... | |
 | Dante Alighieri - 1844 - 606 pages
...instructor. Yet so eagerly If thou art bent to know the primal root, From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day, For our delight we read of Lancelot2, How him love thrall'd. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading... | |
| |
From whence our love gat being, I will do As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day, For our delight we read of Lancelot, How him love thrall'd. 
