 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 Lancelot, How him love thrall'd.  Queen's Quarterly - Page 3181900Full view - About this book
 | Frank Justus Miller - 1901 - 362 pages
...near us. Oft times by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our altered cheek. But at one point Alone we fell. When of that smile we read, The wished for smile so rapturously kissed By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate,... | |
 | Dante Alighieri - 1998 - 226 pages
...For our delight we read of Lancelot, How him love thralled. Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our altered cheek. But at one point Alone we fell. When of that smile we read, The wished smile, so rapturously... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck - 1901 - 434 pages
...Suspicion near us. Ofttimes by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our altered cheek. But at one point Alone we fell. When of that smile we read, The wished smile, rapturously kissed By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate, at once my lips... | |
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