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" 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 Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles ... - Page 288
1830
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The Cambridge Book of Lesser Poets

Sir John Collings Squire - English poetry - 1927 - 492 pages
...romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced — O Heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely...isle, And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. She talk'd, — of politics or prayers, — Or Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets, — Of danglers...
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Keats to Morris

Rossiter Johnson - English poetry - 1876 - 848 pages
...romancing : She was our queen, our rose, our star ; And when she danced — oh, heaven, her dancing ! Dark " There is the nightingale ; " So fared it with Geraint,...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,...
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Noon, Volume 1, Issue 7

1901 - 28 pages
...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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