 | 1828
...my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide o'er Gunga's mimic sea 1 I miss thee at the dawning grey, when, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 340 halaman
...thou, my love ! wert by my side, My babies at my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When,...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam, I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 halaman
...thou, my love ! wert by my side, My babies at my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When,...twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale bean>; I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 halaman
...my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide o'er Gunga's mimic sea! I miss thee at the dawning grey, when, on our deck reclined. In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 568 halaman
...gaily would our pinnace glide O'er Gunga's mimic sea !BOGWANGOLA. 241 1 miss thee at the dawning grey, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 halaman
...my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning grey, When on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 halaman
...my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide o'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning grey, when, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 626 halaman
...my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide o'er Gunga's mimic sea! I miss thee at the dawning grey, when, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.' I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 628 halaman
...my knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning grey When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam, I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kmd approving... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 620 halaman
...knee, How gaily would our pinnace glide O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning grey • When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs...But most beneath the lamp's pale beam, I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kind approving... | |
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When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try The lingering... 
