 Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat:' such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 20 For calling up that spot of joy.  Publications: language series - Pagina 247di Colorado College - 1904Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | 1843 - 534 pagine
...called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek : perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say ' Her mantle laps ' Over my lady's wrist too much,' or ' Paint ' Must...stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart how shall I say ? too soon made glad, Too easily impressed... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 382 pagine
...called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek ; perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must...stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say — too soon made glad, Too easily... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 pagine
...called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek ; perhaps Fr& Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must...stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say — too soon made glad, Too easily... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1848 - 384 pagine
...thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart—how shall I say—too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went every where. Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West,... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1848 - 320 pagine
...sunshine broken in the rill Though turned astray is sunshine still. MOORE — Lalla Rookh. 34. She has A heart . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed ; she likes whate'er She looks on, and her looks go everywhere. Oh, Sir, she smiles no doubt Whene'er you... | |
 | 1849 - 538 pagine
...style of the majority of Mr. Browning's lyrics. The Italian's jealousy is thus finely indicated : — " She had A heart . . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, . . Too easily impress'd : — she liked whate'er She look'd on, and her looks went every where. — Sir, 'twas all... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1850 - 436 pagine
...called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek : perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must...stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, Too... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 pagine
...called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek; perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much," or " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the fiiitit Half-flush that dies along her throat;" such stuff Was courtesy she thought; and cause enough... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 364 pagine
...called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek ; perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps " Over my Lady's wrist too much," or " Paint " Must...stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say — too soon made glad, Too easily... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 pagine
...called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' check : perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much," or " Paint Must never...stuff Was courtesy she thought ; and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say ? — too soon made glad, Too... | |
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