 Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle,...  The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed - Page 187by Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1844 - 287 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed - English literature - 1886 - 316 pages
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced— O Heaven, her dancing I Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice...exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from... | |
 | Gertrude Strohm - English poetry - 1887 - 212 pages
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — O Heaven, her dancing ! Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light; I ntver saw a waist so slender ; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows... | |
 | Frederick Locker-Lampson - English poetry - 1889 - 406 pages
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced — O Heaven, her dancing I Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice...full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender I Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows; I thought 'twas Venus from... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1890 - 460 pages
...that sets young hearts romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — 0 Heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair ; her hand...Shot right and left a score of arrows : I thought 't was Venus from her isle, I wondered where she 'd left her sparShe talked of polities or. prayers,... | |
 | Frederick Locker-Lampson, Coulson Kernahan - English poetry - 1891 - 452 pages
...all that set young hearts romancing ; She was our queen, oar rose, our star; And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand...score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. Or Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets. Of danglers—or... | |
 | Austin Dobson, Frederick Locker-Lampson, Winthrop Mackworth Praed - English poetry - 1892 - 92 pages
...all that set young hearts romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced — O Heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was...score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd, — of politics or prayers, — Or Southey's... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Rufus Edmonds Shapley - Wit and humor - 1894 - 464 pages
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced — Oh Heaven, her dancing I Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice...score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talked, — of politics or prayers, — Of Soutbey's... | |
 | Henry Coppée - Literature - 1895 - 552 pages
...that set young hearts romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — 0 Heaven ! her dancing ! Dark was her hair ; her hand...score of arrows : I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she left her sparrows. She talked of politics or prayers, Of Southey's prose or... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - Literature - 1896 - 496 pages
...that sets young hearts romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star, And when she danced — O heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was...score of arrows: I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talked of politics or prayers, Of Southey's prose or... | |
 | Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1896 - 94 pages
...romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing! ARK was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...score of arrows; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. 37 'HE talked,—of politics or prayers,— Of Southey's... | |
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