 I do not love thee/— yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue, Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee...  The Duke: A Novel - Página 33por Elizabeth Caroline Grey - 1839Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee ! — yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and...midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee ! yet, alas ! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart ! And oft I catch... | |
 | 1830 - 462 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. «' I do not love thee' — yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and...midnight heaven arise Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. " I know I do not love thee ! — yet, alas ! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart ; And oft... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee ! — yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and...midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee ! — yet, alas ! Others will scarcely trust aay candid heart ; And oft I... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee ! — yet, thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and...midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee ! — yet, alas ! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart ! And oft I... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee ! — yet, thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and...midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee ! — yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart l And oft I catch... | |
 | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1844 - 530 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee ! — yet thy speaking eyes. With their deep, bright, and...blue — Between me and the midnight Heaven arise, Oftcner than any eyes 1 ever knew. I know I do not love thee ! — yet alas ! Others will scarcely... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1854 - 408 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee !— yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and...midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee ! —yet, alas ! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart, And oft I catch... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1857 - 406 páginas
...Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee !—yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright,...midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee !—yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart, And oft I catch... | |
 | Miriam Fletcher - 1859 - 398 páginas
...she saw that he had caught the idea, and she blushed again, while he went on with the quotation : " 'Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.' Do they, Miss Carter?" Rose sprang away, denying any such inference. Mrs. Rodney, enjoying her confusion,... | |
 | 1893 - 472 páginas
...breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee! — yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and...midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee! — yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart; And oft I catch... | |
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