Twas thou who woo'dst me first to look Upon the page of printed book, That thing by me abhorred, and with address Didst win me from my thoughtless idleness, When all too old become with bootless haste In fitful sports the precious time to waste. Thy love... Joanna Baillie, a Literary Life - Página 86por Judith Bailey Slagle - 2002 - 325 páginasVista previa limitada - Acerca de este libro
| Joanna Baillie - 1840 - 436 páginas
...been. 'Twas thou who woo'dst me first to look Upon the page of printed book, That thing by me abhorred, and with address Didst win me from my thoughtless...attention, " What ! is this story all thine own invention ?" Then, as advancing through this mortal span, Our intercourse with the mixed world began, Thy fairer... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1841 - 682 páginas
...Twas thou who woo'dst me first to look Upon the page of printed book, . • That thing by me abhorred, and with address Didst win me from my thoughtless...attention, " What ! is this story all thine own invention ?" ' Then, as advancing through this mortal span, Our intercourse with the mixed world began, Thy fairer... | |
| 1841 - 346 páginas
...idleness, When all too old become with bootless haste In fitful sports the precious time to waste. Tby love of tale and story was the stroke At which my...spy, Or hear thee say, as grew thy roused attention, i What! is this story all thine own invention V " Then, as advancing through this mortal span, Our... | |
| 1841 - 404 páginas
...my dormant fancy first awoke, And ghosts and wilches in my busy brain Arose in sombre show, a moiley train, This new-found path attempting, proud was I,...attention, ' What! is this story all thine own invention V " Then, as advancing through this morul span, Our intercourse with the mixed world began, Thy fairer... | |
| Joanna Baillie - 1842 - 96 páginas
...of tale and story was the stroke At which my dormant fancy first awoke, And ghosts and witches ¡n my busy brain Arose in sombre show, a motley train....attention, "What ! is this story all thine own invention ?" Then, as advancing through this mortal span, Our intercourse with the mixed world began, Thy fairer... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...In fitful sports the precious time to waste. Thy love of tale and story was the stroke At which ray dormant fancy first awoke, And ghosts and witches...•• What ! is this story all thine own invention !" Then, as advancing through this mortal span, Our intercourse with the mix'd world began, Thy fairer... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...abhorred, and with address Didst win me from my thoughtless idleness, When all too old become wifn bootless haste In fitful sports the precious time...was I, Lurking approval on thy face to spy, Or hear thec say, as grew thy roused attention, J What ! is this story all thine own invention !" Then, as... | |
| Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 páginas
...was thou who woo'dst me first to look Upon the page of printed book— That thing by me abhorred — and with address Didst win me from my thoughtless...attention, " What! is this story all thine own invention ? " * * * # * By daily use and circumstance endeared, • Things are of value now that once appeared... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 páginas
...and with address Didst win me from my thoughtless idleness, When all too old become with ijootless haste In fitful sports the precious time to waste....attention, "What! is this story all thine own invention?" Then, as advancing through this mortal span, Our intercourse with the mixed world began, Thy fairer... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 páginas
...sports the precious time to wnste. Thy love of lale and story was the stroke At which my dormant faney first awoke, And ghosts and witches in my busy brain...attention, "What! is this story all thine own invention?" Then, as advaneing through this mortal span, Our intercourse with the mixcd world began, Thy fairer... | |
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