| Great Britain - 1830 - 484 pages
...Sb« was oar queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced,— oh, Heaven ! her dancing! f J)ark was her hair ; her hand was white ; ' "Her voice was...of arrows; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows, •iu .; to ghe talk'd of politics or prayers ; Of Southey's... | |
| Great Britain - 1830 - 482 pages
...romancing, She was our queen, our rose, our Mar ; And then she danced,— ob, Heaven ! her dancing ! " Dark was her hair ; her hand was white ; Her voice...arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle. And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. " She talk'd of politics or prayers ; Of Southey's prose, or... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - 1831 - 388 pages
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced, — Oh heaven, her dancing! IIL Dark was her hair; her hand was white ; Her voice...Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 't was Venus from her isle. And wondered where she 'd left her sparrows. IV. She talked — of politics,... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - 1831 - 396 pages
...subtlest spell by far Of all that set young hearts romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star; HI. Dark was her hair; her hand was white ; Her voice...every smile. Shot right and left a score of arrows; l thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she 'd left her sparrows. IV. She talked —... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...so slender; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows: I thought 't was Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left...her sparrows. She talked of politics or prayers, Of Southcy's prose or Wordsworth's sonnets. Of danglers or of dancing bears, Of battles or the last new... | |
| Railroad engineering - 1832 - 426 pages
...; Her voice waaexqimHely lender ; Her ey««J were IUI1 of liquid light ¡ I never saw a waist t»o slender ; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrow« ; Ilh'iught 'twas Venus from heriste, ABÍ wondsr'd whcie »he'd l«lt h«r iparrow«. She... | |
| American poetry - 1838 - 332 pages
...romancing, She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced — oh, heaven ! her dancing ! Dark was her hair ; her hand was white ; Her voice...smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows; I thought 't was Venus from her isle, And wonder'd where she left her sparrows. She talk'd of politics or prayers... | |
| Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1844 - 296 pages
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice...score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, I wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd of politics or prayers ; Of Southey's prose, or... | |
| Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1844 - 296 pages
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender, PR A ED S POEMS. Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ; Her every look,... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice...slender; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right ami left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, I wonder'd where «he'd left her... | |
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