 | John Aikin - 1774 - 328 pagina’s
...; Nor thofe fair heavenly arches which arife O'er each of them to fhade their light; 'Tis not thit hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton...'Tis not that lovely range of teeth, as white As new fhorn fheep, equal and fair; Nor even that gentle fmile, the heart's delight. With which no fmile could... | |
 | 1781 - 384 pagina’s
...delight; Nor thofe fair heavenly arches which arife O'er each of them 10 iliade their light; *Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face , Now ftraying o'er thy forehrad, now behind Retiring withinGdious grace. *Tis not that lovely range of teeth, as white As... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 330 pagina’s
...delight; Nor those fair heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light; 'T is not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face; Now straying o'er thy forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace : 'Tis not that lovely range of... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 414 pagina’s
...Nor those fair heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light ; 'Tis not that air which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face ; Now straying o'er thy forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace. ' Tis not that lovely range of... | |
 | England - 1835 - 794 pagina’s
...delight ; Nor those fair heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light ; Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face ; Now straying o'er thy forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace. Tis not that lovely range of... | |
 | 1835 - 378 pagina’s
...loves to wanton round thy face ; Now straying o'er thy forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace. 'Tis not that lovely range of teeth, as white As new shorn sheep, equal and fair ; Nor even that gentle smile the heart's delight, With which no smile could... | |
 | John Heneage Jesse - 1843 - 488 pagina’s
...and delight; Nor those heavenly arches, which arise O'er each of them to shade their light : Tis not that hair, which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face ; Now straying round the forehead, now behind Retiring with insidious grace. Tis not that lovely range of... | |
 | James Stamford Caldwell - 1843 - 372 pagina’s
...and delight; Nor those heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light; 'Tis not that hair, which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face; 'Tis not that chin so round, that cheek so fine, That easy sloping waist, that form divine; 'Tis not... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - 536 pagina’s
...and delight; Nor those heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade the light. " 'Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face; Now straying round thy forehead, now behind, Rocking with unresisting grace." *Xe whole may be seen in... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - 536 pagina’s
...and delight; Nor those heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade the light. " Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face ; Now straying round thy forehead, now behind, Rocking with unresisting grace." V. 26. "Mould'ring" is better... | |
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Tis not the liquid brightness of those eyes, That swim with pleasure and delight, Nor those heavenly arches which arise O'er each of them to shade their light: 'Tis not that hair which plays with every wind, And loves to wanton round thy face; Now straying... 
