 | 1813 - 410 halaman
...scarcely mourn, If I may change into green things growing. n-. i 3 • THE OLD ARM CHAIR. ELIZA COOK. I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving the old arm chair? I've treasur'd it long as a holy prize, I've bedew'd it with tears, and embalm'd... | |
 | Charles Benjamin Tayler - 1840 - 398 halaman
...truly, (Signed) " THOMAS CHALMERS. " Mr. Alexander Muir." THE OLD ARM CHAIR. I love it—I love it—and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm chair. Have bedewed it with tears—have embalmed it with sighs. I have treasured it long as a sainted prize, 'Tis... | |
 | 1841 - 306 halaman
...might be recalled by the presence of -cenes, alas ! but too familiar. THE OLD ARM CHAIR. BY ELIZA COOE. I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm chair! I have treasured it long as a holy prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmi it with sighs ; 'Tis... | |
 | Cam river - 1841 - 318 halaman
...Ka9r¡\nevov eîтa piva TIJS TaXot'i//7s ш^eт ev pvy^y сpepón. E. С. Н. 12 THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. I LOVE it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-Chair Í I'те treasured it long as a sainted prize; Tve bedewed it with tears and embalmed it... | |
 | 1841 - 474 halaman
...Death has no terrors — it is the ebon gate that will admit me to eternal bliss. D. ON TOBACCO. I LOTS it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving the perfumed air Of the sweetest spicy- herb that's given To sorrowing mortals under heaven 1 Poesy... | |
 | 1843 - 744 halaman
...termination of notum. Mr. Drury has followed the modern accent better in the following singular lines : — " I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize ; I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed ii... | |
 | 1843 - 184 halaman
...evening sun its beauty shed On the withered leaves, and the maiden dead. STERLING. THE OLD ARM-CHAIR. I LOVE it, I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair ? I 've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I 've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it... | |
 | 1841 - 404 halaman
...music, and no doubt many of our young readers have heard them sung with pleasure. The Old Arm-Chair. I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair :' I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 halaman
...beautiful poem, which has also been embalmed by song, was written by Miss ELIZA COOKE, of England. I love it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm-chair ? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it... | |
 | 1845 - 480 halaman
...chair, or my spirits are wanting, and I always feel that when I vacate it virtue has gone out of me. " I love it ! I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm chair ?" It helps me in building all my castles, in loving all my friends, in stirring up my grumbling passions... | |
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I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair? I've treasured it long as a sainted prize ; I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ; Not a tie will break,... 
