 | Gertrude Parsons - 1871 - 370 Seiten
...Oh, he's a grand human creature; and I liked to look at him." CHAPTER XII. TRUST. What is our bliss, that changeth with the moon, And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon ? PRIOR. A NOTHER and another day passed at •*•*• Coombe. Letty's satisfied heart was'still calmly... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 840 Seiten
...must fly from thee and love, Condemn'd in lonely woods, a banish'd nvin, to rove. What is our Miss, ual fails beneath the pleasing task. Ah, what shall language do ? ah, where find passion, if linblest it dies 1 And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies ? If love, alas! be pain; the... | |
 | Henry Augustin Beers - 1898 - 480 Seiten
...love but you alone." Now hear Prior, with his Venus and flames and god of love: " What is our bliss that changeth with the moon, And day of life that darkens ere 'tis noon ? What is true passion, if unblest it dies? And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies ? If love, alas! be pain, the... | |
 | Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh, Walter Raleigh - 1910 - 196 Seiten
...you alone. And here is Emma, or a piece of her, for she is terribly long-winded— What is our bliss, that changeth with the moon ; And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon? What is true passion, if unblest it dies ? And where is Emma's joy, if Henry flies ? If love, alas! be pain; the... | |
 | Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh, Walter Raleigh - 1910 - 210 Seiten
...alone. And here is Emma, or a piece of her, for she is terribly long-winded — What is our bliss, that changeth with the moon ; And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon ? x: JOHNSON'S LIVES OF THE POETS 147 What is true passion, if unblest it dies? And where is Emma's... | |
 | Oswald Doughty - 1922 - 488 Seiten
...you alone — 1 V. supra, p. 41. is improved by Prior into such verse as this : What is our bliss, that changeth with the moon, And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon ? What is true passion if unblest it dies ? And where is Emma's joy if Henry flies ? etc. x Tickell, like the devoted... | |
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What is our bliss that changeth with the moon ; And day of life, that darkens ere 'tis noon ? What is true passion, if unblest it dies ? And where is Emma's joy if Henry flies ? If love, alas ! be pain, the pain I bear No thought can figure, and no tongue... 
