 Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest touch,...  The Poetical Decameron, Or, Ten Conversations on English Poets and Poetry ... - Page 181by John Payne Collier - 1820 - 674 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - English poetry - 1895 - 442 pages
...Pandosto, the Triumph of Time, before 1588 (?). AH, WERE SHE PITIFUL AS SHE IS FAIR. AH, were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, 5 That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - English poetry - 1895 - 424 pages
...Pandosto, the Triumph of Time, before 1 588 (?). AH, WERE SHE PITIFUL AS SHE IS FAIR. AH, were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, 5 That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew... | |
 | Oswald Crawfurd - 1896 - 494 pages
...with his nails he'll dig them up again. XXVL FAWNIA. An, were she pitiful as she is fair, /. Webster. Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my...hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest... | |
 | Frederic Ives Carpenter - English poetry - 1897 - 350 pages
...smile upon my knee; When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee. FAWNIA. AH, were she pitiful as she is fair, •*"*• Or but as mild as she is...hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - Sonnets, English - 1897 - 258 pages
...after storms, winds, frosts, your life is won. mood •Robert ©reene (1560-1592) AH ! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so,...hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah ! were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest... | |
 | Frederic Ives Carpenter - English poetry - 1897 - 384 pages
...smile upon my knee; When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee. FAWNIA. AH, were she pitiful as she is fair, •^ Or but as mild as she is seeming...hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest... | |
 | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1897 - 526 pages
...to which the movement of the verse leads up : Ah 1 were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mfld as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah ! when she sings, all music else be still, For none must. be compared to her... | |
 | David Masson, George Grove, John Morley, Mowbray Walter Morris - English literature - 1897 - 524 pages
...movement of the verse leads up : Ah ! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is Homing so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah I when she sings, all music else be still, For none must be compared to her... | |
 | Frederic Ives Carpenter - English poetry - 1897 - 382 pages
...mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a land, Under wide heavens, but yet I... | |
 | Frederick Arthur Cox - Ballads, English - 1899 - 332 pages
...with remorse doth smart. Robert MARTIN PEERSON : Greene. Private Music. (1620.) AH ! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so,...hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah ! were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest... | |
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