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
| Rossiter Johnson - English poetry - 1876 - 848 pages
...that set young hearts romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, his hands, To think or say, " There is the nightingale...God's grace, is the one voice for me." It chanced t very look, her very smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle,... | |
| 1901 - 28 pages
...that set young hearts romancing ; She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And then she danced — О Heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; N Her eyes were full of liquid light ; 0 I never saw a waist so slender! Q Her every look, her every... | |
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