 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
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1899 - 626 pages
...you well view, For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity Yield to Samela. FAWNIA. 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... | |
 | Jessie Perry Van Zile Belden - New York (State) - 1901 - 296 pages
...had spent long days at the van Slyck bouwerie. DAVID • BUYTENHOF CHAPTER XIV " 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." iYMEN had taken my traps to the inn under the great elm tree, and I was glad... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - American poetry - 1901 - 494 pages
...right To be your beadsman now that was your knight. George Peele 193 Jlllg FAWNIA 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... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1901 - 1190 pages
...well view, For beauty, wit, and matchless dignity, Yield to Samela. /04. Fatxnia 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. Ahl were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest... | |
 | Robert Chambers, David Patrick - Authors, English - 1901 - 862 pages
...find the fine 'love-passion,' of which this is the first part, as given by Dyce : Ah, were she pitiful k how the father'» face Lives in his issue, even...Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his w heaven, nothing woe. Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1902 - 868 pages
...we find the fine ' love-passion,' of which the first part, as given by Dyce : Ah, were she pitiful despai Then all the world were heaven, nothing wo Ah, were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems... | |
 | Alice Meynell - English poetry - 1904 - 388 pages
...To be your beadsman now that was your knight. ROBERT GREENE I56o(?)-1s9a FAWNIA 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... | |
 | Robert Greene - English poetry - 1905 - 428 pages
...Loue-passiort) writes these lines in Praise of his lotting and best-beloued fawnia. Ah ! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so,...Heart relenting as her Hand, $ That seems to melt e'en with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a Land Vnder the wide Heauens, but yet... | |
 | Robert Greene - Poetry - 1905 - 432 pages
...Loue-passion) writes these lines in Praise of his lotting and best-deloued Fawnia. Ah ! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so,...nothing Woe. Ah ! were her Heart relenting as her Hand, 5 That seems to melt e'en with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a Land Vnder the... | |
 | Robert Greene - Poetry - 1905 - 428 pages
...Loue-passion) writes these lines in Praise of his louing and best-beloued faivnia. Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so,...my despair; Then all the World were Heauen, nothing Woe.___ Ah! were her Heart relenting as her Hand, 5 That seems to melt e'en with the mildest touch,... | |
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