 | English poetry - 1899 - 816 pages
...(Which never more shall join its parted hair; 135 Which never more its honours shall renew, Clipped from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while...wear." He spoke, and speaking, in proud triumph spread 140 The long-contended honours of her head. But Umbriel, hateful gnome ! forbears not so ; He breaks... | |
 | English poetry - 1899 - 788 pages
...(Which never more shall join its parted hair; 135 Which never more its honours shall renew. Clipped from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while...shall for ever wear." He spoke, and speaking, in proud trinmph spread 140 The long-contended honours of her head. But Umbriel, hateful gnome! forbears not... | |
 | Alexander Pope - Poetry - 1963 - 884 pages
...130 It grieves me much (reply'd the Peer again) Who speaks so well shou'd ever speak in vain. But by this Lock, this sacred Lock I swear, (Which never...parted Hair, Which never more its Honours shall renew, 135 Clipt from the lovely Head where late it grew) That while my Nostrils draw the vital Air, This... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
..."It grieves me much," replied the peer again, "Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain. But by this lock, this sacred lock I swear (Which never more...parted hair; Which never more its honours shall renew. Clipped from the lovely head where late it grew), That while my nostrils draw the vital air. This hand,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - Poetry - 1998 - 260 pages
...'It grieves me much,' replied the peer again, 'Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain. But by this lock, this sacred lock I swear, (Which never...parted hair; Which never more its honours shall renew, Clipped from the lovely head where late it grew) That while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand,... | |
 | Joseph Roach - History - 2007 - 284 pages
...presence of the humiliated victim, gloats over his talismanic prize, Belinda's severed lovelock: But by this Lock, this sacred Lock I swear, (Which never...parted Hair, Which never more its Honours shall renew, Clipt from the lovely Head where late it grew) That while my Nostrils draw the vital Air, This Hand,... | |
 | Sophie Gee - Fiction - 2008 - 387 pages
..."It grieves me much," replied the peer again, "Who speaks so well should ever speak in vain: But by this lock, this sacred lock, I swear, (Which never...parted hair; Which never more its honours shall renew, Clipped from the lovely head where once it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand,... | |
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Clipp'd from the lovely head where late it grew) That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand, which won it, shall for ever wear. 
