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" Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me,... "
Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance - Side 160
af Thomas Moore - 1817 - 335 sider
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The British Controversialist and Impartial Inquirer, Bind 6

1855 - 494 sider
...I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nurs'da dear gazelle, To glad me with its...to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die." How expressive is this of the holiest passion under the cloud of darkest disappointment! In its embodiment...
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Sacred Streams: The Ancient and Modern History of the Rivers of the Bible

Philip Henry Gosse - 1850 - 378 sider
...ladies. Thus Moore, with his usual truth to nature, makes Lalla Rookh say : — " I never nursed a dear gazelle To glad me with its soft black eye, But...know me well, And love me, — it was sure to die." NTJMBERS XXI. IT was at the Arnon that Israel began to possess their land. For though the country east...
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The Metropolitan Magazine, Bind 14

1835 - 606 sider
...flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. ' I never nurs'da dear gazelle To glad me with its bright black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die !" week after the above announcement, I saw his heels standing' out of a large mash-tub. He had chosen...
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The Guardian, Bind 14–15

1863 - 896 sider
...first to fade away. I never loved a dear gazelle. To glad me with iu soft black eye, But when it carne to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! There is no other time like Sunday evening — a Sunday evening in autumn — and in the country...
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Notes and Queries

1851 - 568 sider
...I 're seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never lov'da tiee or flow'r But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nurs'da dear gazelle To glad me with its soft...know me well, And love me, it was sure to die! Now, too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,...
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Notes and Queries

1851 - 582 sider
...I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never lov'da tree or flow'r But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nurs'da dear gazelle To glad me with its soft...came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die I Now, too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1851 - 918 sider
...decay; "I never loved a tree or flow'r, '• But 'twas the first to f:ide away. " I never nursed a dear gazelle, "To glad me with its soft black eye,...well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! '• Now too— the joy most like divine "Of all I ever dreamt or knew, "To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,...
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Voyages to various parts of the world, made between 1799 and 1844

George Coggeshall - 1851 - 250 sider
...never loved a plant or flower But it was first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To soothe me with its soft black eye. But when it came to know me well, And love me — it was sure to die !" I will not indulge farther in my own grief, but again resume' the thread of my narrative. It was...
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The Eclectic Review

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1851 - 880 sider
...Shall we say, in the language of Lalla Rookh, — ' I never reared a fair gazelle. To glad me with her soft black eye. But when it came to know me well. And love me, it was sure to die? About two months ago, the lamented dead opened up a communication with us, which promised to ripen...
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The writings of Douglas Jerrold. Collected ed, Bind 7

Douglas William Jerrold - 1851 - 360 sider
...fate ! As the sweetest of poets sings — " I never rear'da young gazelle To glad me with its soIt black eye, But when it came to know me well, — And love me, it was sure to die ! " Floren. There certainly was a sentiment about that dog ! Miss T. He couldn't move for sentiment....
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