 | 1838 - 938 Seiten
...no masks with me ; I never sicken'd at the jar Of ill-tuned flattery ; I never mourned affection« lent In folly or in blindness ; The kindness that...by day Burns onward, still to burn, To' have thrown jour precious heart away, And met this black return. " I almost fancy that the more I am cast out from... | |
 | The London and Westminster Review April-August,1838 - 1838 - 612 Seiten
...he,jf wear no masks with n>^, : . j^ o:Mla|1 ->,{, I never sicken'd at the jar Of ill-tuned flattery; I never mourned affections lent In folly or in blindness...unasking kindness. And, most of all, I never felt Into indifference: The fearful shame that, day by day, The agonizing sense Of seeing love from passion... | |
 | 1838 - 876 Seiten
...for what they are. They wear no mai-k* with me; I ne?er sicken'd at the jar Of ill-tuned flattery ; I never mourned affections lent In folly or in blindness ; The kindness that on me is spent Is pure, unask in.' kindness. " And most of all, I never felt The agonizing sense Of seeing love from passion... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 380 Seiten
...sicken'd at the jar Of ill-tuned flattery; I never mourned affections lent In folly or in blindness i The kindness that on me is spent Is pure, unasking,...indifference ; The fearful shame, that day by day Burns ownward, still to burn, T' have thrown your precious heart away, And met this black return. " I almost... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 384 Seiten
...mourned affections lent In folly or in blindness i The kindness that on me is spent Is pure, (masking, kindness. " And most of all, I never felt The agonizing...indifference; The fearful shame, that day by day Burns ownward, still to burn, And met this black return. T' have thrown your precious heart away, "I almost... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1844 - 272 Seiten
...natures of such unequal poise, and which had met only on one or two points. Through all its stages she " felt The agonizing sense Of seeing love from passion...by day, Burns onward, still to burn, To have thrown her precious heart away, And met this black return," till death at last closed the scene. Not that... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1848 - 320 Seiten
...knows its spirit feel, And list, what melting murmurs steal ! JOHN WILSON — Isle of Palms, 2. You never felt The agonizing sense Of seeing love from...your precious heart away, And met this black return. MILNES— The Lay of the Humble. 3. There is a wound within thee, 'tis a wound That lies too deep for... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1855 - 590 Seiten
...for what they are, They wear no masks with me ; I never sickened at the jar Of ill-tuned flattery; I never mourned affections lent In folly or in blindness...that on me is spent, Is pure, unasking kindness-. 0 ooo 1 almost fancy that the more I am cast out from men, Nature has made me 'of her store A worthier... | |
 | Chambers's journal - 1855 - 432 Seiten
...for what they are, They wear no masks with me ; I never sickened at the jar Of ill-tuned flattery ; I never mourned affections lent In folly or in blindness ; The kindness that on me is spent, Is pure, unaskiug, kindness. * * • * I almost fancy that the more I am cast out from men, Nature has made... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1859 - 420 Seiten
...flattery; I never mourn'd affections lent They wear no masks with me ; I never sicken'd at the jar In folly or in blindness;— The kindness that on...unasking kindness. And, most of all, I never felt Into indifference: The fearful shame that, day by day, The agonizing sense Of seeing love from passion... | |
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I never felt The agonizing sense Of seeing love from passion melt Into indifference ; The fearful shame, that day by day Burns onward, still to burn, To' have thrown your precious heart away, And met this black return. 
