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" twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee,... "
The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Halaman 23
1818
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Lalla Rookh

Thomas Moore - 1817 - 414 halaman
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, " Though heaven, it may be death to thee. " Farewel — and blessings on thy way, " Where'er thou go'st, "beloved stranger ! " Better to sit...
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Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance

Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 halaman
...soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die! " Now too—the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt or knew,...hear thee, call thee mine,— " Oh misery! must I loose that too? " Yet go—on peril's brink we meet;— " Those frightful rocks—that treacherous...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volume 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 halaman
...came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine 44 Of all I ever dreamt or knew, «•' To see thee, hear thee, call thce mine,— " Oh misery ! must I lose that too? Such are the cherished grief* of a morbid sensibility....
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 422 halaman
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, " Though Heaven, it may be death to thee. ' ' Farewell — and blessings on thy way, " Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger ! " Better to sit...
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The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads ..., Volume 1

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 428 halaman
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...though sweet, " Though Heaven, it may be death to thee. " Farewell — and blessings on thy way, " Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger ! " Better to sit...
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Tales of a tourist, Volume 3-4

Alicia Lefanu - 1823 - 536 halaman
...me with its soft, black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy, most like divine, Of all I ever dreamt...call thee mine — Oh, misery ! must I lose that too ? ; !.. Lalla Rookh. RETURNING to the drawing-room in a state of mind more easily conceived than described,...
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The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 1

Thomas Moore - 1825 - 326 halaman
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me welt " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine •' Of all I ever...though sweet, ".Though heaven, it may be death to thee. " Farewell — and blessings on thy way, " Whe'er thoogo'st, beloved stranger 1 " Better to sit and...
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Lalla Rookh

Thomas Moore - 1826 - 410 halaman
...with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt...-?-* " Oh misery ! must I lose that too ? " Yet go — r on peril's brink we meet ; T" Those frightful roeks — that treacherous sea — •* •* No,...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 halaman
...»oft black eye. But when it came to know me well. And love me, it wa« «lire to die* Row loo — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear Iher, call thee mine, Oh, misery! miut I low that loo! Yet go — on peril's hrink »e meet ; Those...
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The poetical works of Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 halaman
...with its soft black eye, But when it саше to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thce, huiir tlicc, call thec mine, Oh, misery ! must I lose t/iat too? Yet go — on peril's brink...
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