 | John Dover Wilson - 1963 - 100 páginas
...Hitchin's left hand, did thy bosom fill With such a flood of soul, that thou wert fain, With exclamation of her rapture then, To vent it to the echoes of the...Brought me upon thee; and thou didst inherit My true sence, for the time then, in my spirit; And I, invisibly, went prompting thee To those fair greens... | |
 | Miriam Gideon, William Sharp (baritone.), Constantine Cassolas, Robert Black - 1986 - 336 páginas
...spirit Elysian That did thy bosom fill With such a flood of soul, that thou wert fain, With exclamations of her rapture then, To vent it to the echoes of the vale.... ...and thou didst inherit My true sense, for the time then, in my spirit: And I invisibly went prompting... | |
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With exclamations of her rapture then, To vent it to the echoes of the vale ; When, meditating of me, a sweet gale Brought me upon thee ; and thou didst inherit My true sense, for the time then, in my spirit ; I And I, invisibly, went prompting thee To... 
