Breathes on his aching fists in vain, And dooms me to a place more hot. He sees me in to supper go, A silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved... The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell ... - Strana 184autor/autoři: James Russell Lowell - 1904Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...Meanwhile I inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. old The winter wind is not so cold... | |
| 1854 - 768 str.
...silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks, how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor our host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble — watery — thin. I... | |
| Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1855 - 474 str.
...how happy is my arm 'Neiith its white-gloved and jewelled load. And wishes mesóme dreadful narra, Hearing the merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly...Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, ouUide the door. In golden quiet« of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles... | |
| John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 540 str.
...silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm, 'Neath its white-gloved...moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smiles he sees me win, Nor the host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble — watery, thin. I envy... | |
| James Russell Lowell - 1869 - 312 str.
...shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks bow happy is my arm And wishes mo some dreadful harm, Hearing the merry corks explode. Meanwhile I inly curse tho boro Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets of tho... | |
| Henry Cholmondeley-Pennell - 1874 - 470 str.
...side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. 228 WITHOUT AND WITHIN. He thinks how happy is my arm, 'Neath its white-gloved...the same old coon, And envy him, outside the door, The golden quiet of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile he sees me win, Nor... | |
| 1875 - 432 str.
...silken wonder by my side, Hare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. .98 He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...bore Of hunting still the same old coon, And envy h;m, outside the door, In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile... | |
| 1875 - 432 str.
...side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. WITHOUT AND WITHIN. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...harm, Hearing the merry corks explode. Meanwhile I only curse the lore Of hunting still the same old corn, And envy him, outside the door, In golden quiets... | |
| James Russell Lowell - 1876 - 434 str.
...in vain, And dooms me to a place more hot. He sees me in to supper go, A silken wonder by my side, He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved...so cold As the bright smile he sees me win, Nor the host s oldest wine so old As our poor gabble sour and thin. I envy him the ungyved prance By which... | |
| Charles Henry Jones - 1876 - 424 str.
...a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. WITHOUT AND WITHIN. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Nealh its white-gloved and jewelled load; And wishes me...inly curse the bore Of hunting still the same old coor, And envy him, outside the door, ln golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold... | |
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