 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 pagini
...thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, " To give thy brow one minute's calm. " Nay, turn not from me that dear face... | |
 | 1817 - 576 pagini
...by thee, And, whether on its wings it bear Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 416 pagini
...thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, " To give thy brow one minute's calm. " Nay, turn not from me that dear face... | |
 | 1818 - 590 pagini
...thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, " To give thy brow one minute's calm. *' Nay, turn not from me that dear... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1818 - 422 pagini
...thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, i " And, well tho.u know'st, I'd shed it all, " To give thy brow one minute's calm. " Nay, turn not... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 422 pagini
...thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, " To give thy brow one minute's calm. " Nay, turn not from me that dear face... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pagini
...thee, " And whither on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, " To give thy brow one minute's calm : Nay, turn not from me that dear face... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pagini
...by thcc. And whether on its wings it bear Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm : Nay, turn not from me that dear face... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 pagini
...by thee, And, whether on its wings it bear Healing or death, 't is sweet to me ! There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall,— Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear faceAm... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pagini
...by thee, And, whether on ils wings it hear Healing or de.ilh, Ч i* sweet to me! There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And. well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy hntw one minute* я calm. Nay, turn nut from me that dejr face... | |
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I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face : Am I not thine — thy own... 
