 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 sider
...hless'd. Should her lineaments resemhle Those thou never more may'st seeThen thy heart will softly tremhle With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults — perchance...where'er thou goest, Wither— yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath heen shaken ; Pride, which not a world cuuld how, Bows to thee — hy thee forsaken,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843 - 576 sider
...shall press thee, When her lip to thine is press'd, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, POEMS. Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 sider
...love hath bless'd ! 11. Should her lineaments resemble 12. All my faults, perchance thou knowest, Air" my madness, none can know ; All my hopes where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. 13. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 sider
...to thine is prest, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd ! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Whither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow,... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 372 sider
...thine is prest, • Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd I 11. Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. 12. All my faults, perchance thou knowest, All my madness, none can know; All my hopes, where'er thou... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - 340 sider
...thine is prest, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd I 11. Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. 12. All my faults, perchance thou knowest, All my madness, none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 sider
...lip to thine is prest, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee Think of him thy love had blessed! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
 | British minstrel - 1848 - 480 sider
...must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth, Is, that we no more may meet! All my faults, perchance, thou knowest :— All my...— none can know; All my hopes, where'er thou goest Whither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken: — Pride, which not a world could... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 sider
...nimmer œieber minnt, 3S5irb bein ^>etj bur*5¡ttern feíjnlit^ 91оф ein gjulë, mit tteugeftnnt. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness...where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,... | |
 | Nimrod - 1851 - 340 sider
...? " But he might have joined his brother exile in his plaintive song — " All my faults, perhaps, thou knowest ; All my madness, none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Whither, yet with thee they go." And I speak from experience on these points. In the fatal illness... | |
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Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow, Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now: But... 
