 | 1802 - 520 pagina’s
...because those eyes have won Their temper'd light from April's sun, From Heav'n — their tint* of blue ! Tis not that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses lightly flow In bands of braided gold; Nor yet because the hand of Grace Has form'd that dear enchanting face 68 f... | |
 | 1802 - 524 pagina’s
...because those eyes have won Their temper'd light from April's sun, From HeaVn—their tints of blue ! Tis not that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses lightly flow In bands of braided gold; Nor yet because the hand of Grace Has form'd that dear enchanting face No—dearest,... | |
 | Luís de Camões - 1805 - 178 pagina’s
...On couches dipp'd in dew; Tis not because those eyes have won Their temper'd light from April's sun, 'Tis not that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses...yet because the hand of grace Has form'd that dear inchanting face In beauty's happier mould! It was not these—but from my soul, It was a little smile... | |
 | Chaplet - 1805 - 238 pagina’s
...because those eyes have won Their temper'd light from April's sun, From heav'n — their tints of blue-] Tis not, that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses lightly flow In bands of braided gold , Nor ;, ri because the hand of Grace Has form'd that dear enchanting face In... | |
 | Luís de Camões - 1808 - 188 pagina’s
...because those eyes have won Their temper'd light from April's sun, From Heaven their tints of blue ! Tis not that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses...night to dawn, it haunts my sight, In dimples gaily dress'd. 1 This sentiment is very like some beautiful lines of Clement Marat. Du ris de Madame d' Allebrct.... | |
 | Luís de Camões - 1810 - 184 pagina’s
...couches dipp'd in dew; 'Tis not because those eyes have won Their tempered light from April's sun, Tis not that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses...enchanting face In beauty's happier mould! It was not these—but from my soul, It was a little smile that stole' The cherish'd sweets of rest; And ever... | |
 | 1815 - 456 pagina’s
...the 2d edition of his works, printed at Madrid, iu •Mo. 161)1, pag. 22—37. No — dearest, no — but, from my soul, It was a little smile that stole...The cherish'd sweets of rest. And, ever since, from morn till night, That little smile still haunts my sight In dimples gaily drest. E'en now, by Fancy's... | |
 | 1815 - 468 pagina’s
...because those eyes have won Their temper'd light from April's sun, From Heaven — their tints of blue ! 'Tis not that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses lightly flow In bands of braided gold ; Nor yet because the hand of Grace Has form'd that dear enchanting face In Beauty's... | |
 | mrs. Purcell - 1820 - 822 pagina’s
...because those eyes have won, Their temper'd light from April's sun. From Heaven — their tints of blue ! 'Tis not that o'er a bank of snow, Thy parted tresses lightly flow,. In bands of braided gold ; Nor yet because the hand of grace, Hath form'd that dear enchanting face, In... | |
 | Luís de Camões - 1821 - 172 pagina’s
...because those eyes have won Their temper'd light from April's sun, From Heaven their tints of blue ! Tis not that o'er a bank of snow Thy parted tresses...these — but from my soul, It was a little smile that stole1 The cherish'd sweets of rest ; And ever since, from dawn to night And night to dawn, it haunts... | |
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... faithful heart should truly tell The secret charm, the tender spell, That bound it first to thee. Tis not, that cradled in thine eyes The baby Love for ever lies On couches... 
