How often then I said, .. Inward, and filled with dread, "Doubtless this creature came from paradise !" For at her look the while, Her voice, and her sweet smile And heavenly air, truth parted from mine eyes; So that, with long-drawn sighs, I said, as... The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt - Página 260por Leigh Hunt - 1832 - 361 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
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..."How often then I said, Inward, and fill'd with dread, 'Doubtless this creature came from Paradise!' For at her look the while, Her voice, and her sweet...love for the green bower, I cannot rest elsewhere." Petrarch, then, is worthy of our remembrance as a great lover and poet, a patient and enthusiastic... | |
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