 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 lehte
...my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear; Oh ! leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." xxxvi. Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odours... | |
 | 1845 - 614 lehte
...XXXVI. Beyond a mortal man impassioned far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flushed, and like a throbbing star Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose j Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odor with the violet — Solution sweet. Meanwhile... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 lehte
...complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal wo, For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far At these voluptuous...Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet : meantime the frost-wind blows Like love's alarum pattering... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 lehte
...my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear; Oh ! leave me not in this eternal woe. For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go." xxxvi. Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose ; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Slendeth its odours... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 lehte
...again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go."...Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet,— Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum pattering... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 lehte
...again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! 0 leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go."...impassion'd far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Kthereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose ; Into her... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 lehte
...man impassion' d faru At these voluptuous accent! he arose, Ethereal, flush' d, and like a throwing star Seen 'mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose .• Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendethits odors with the violet, — Solution sweet. Meantime the frost wind blows Like love's alarum,... | |
 | Boys - 1852 - 466 lehte
...again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go."...Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendeth its odour with the violet, — Solution sweet : meantime the frost-wind blows Like Love's alarum pattering... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 lehte
...again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! 0 leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go."...deep repose ; Into her dream he melted, as the rose Blendcth its odor with the violet, — Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blowi Like Love's alarum... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 lehte
...again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go." XXXVI. Beyond a mortal man impassioned far At these voluptuous accents, he arose, Ethereal, flushed, and like a throbbing star... | |
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Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go. 
