 ... hath my pale lean face, With true characters of my love, Petitioned to you for grace, Whom neither sighs nor tears can move ! 0 cruel, yet do you not know Whether your servant love or no ? And wanting oft a better token, I have been fain to send my...  The British Critic: A New Review - Page 1371813Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | 1813 - 702 pages
...faine to fend my heart, Which now your cold difdaine hath broken, Nor can you heal't by any art: О look upon't, and you ihall know Whether your fervant...on the Happinefs of Britain," taken from his " MEL HELICON lUM, or poetical Honey gathered out of the Weeds of ParnaiTus," a very fcarce book, inihepoiTdfionofMr.... | |
 | Arthur Henry Bullen - 1888 - 238 pages
...wanting oft a better token, 1 have been fain to send my heart, Which now your cold disdain hath broken, Nor can you heal't by any art : O look upon't, and you shall know Whether your servant love or no ? From CAMPION and ROSSETER'S Booh of Airs, 1601. I CARE... | |
 | Arthur Henry Bullen - 1888 - 238 pages
...wanting oft a better token, I have been fain to send my heart, Which now your cold disdain hath broken, Nor can you heal't by any art : O look upon't, and you shall know Whether your servant love or no ? From CAMPION and ROSSETER'S Book of Airs, 1601. T CARE... | |
 | John Addington Symonds - 1893 - 338 pages
...wanting oft a better token, 1 have'been fain to send my heart, Which now your cold disdain hath broken, Nor can you heal't by any art: O look upon't, and you shall know Whether your servant love or no. The fluency of this poet, combined with a certain substance... | |
 | Arthur Henry Bullen - 1897 - 276 pages
...wanting oft a better token, I have been fain to send my heart, Which now your cold disdain hath broken, Nor can you heal't by any art : O look upon't, and you shall know Whether your servant love or no. Book of Airs (circ. 1617). DEAR, if I with guile would... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1907 - 892 pages
...wanting oft a better token, I have been fain to send my heart, Which now your cold disdain hath broken, Nor can you heal't by any art: O look upon't, and you shall know Whether your servant love or no. Anon. ij2. Dispraise of Love and Lover's Follies TF love... | |
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