She never Told you one kind, endearing thing of me, Though she has seen me wasting day by day. My very head and feet, for wretchedness, Throb — and so let 'em ; for I too am wretched. A Sicilian legacy - Page 131by Kate Ross - 1879Full view - About this book
| Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1818 - 304 pages
...the young lambs ; — 'twere wiser for thee far Milk where thou canst. Why hunt for what is fled ? Perhaps thou'lt find another Galatea, Another and...lovelier ; for at night Many girls call to me to come and sport, And when I listen to them, they all giggle : So that ev'n I seem something in the world. 'Twos... | |
| William Harrison Ainsworth - English periodicals - 1844 - 614 pages
...Go to thy basket-making ; — get their food For the young lambs. "Twere wiser for thee, far. Mind what thou hast, and let the lost sheep go. Perhaps...lovelier ; for at night Many girls call to me to come and sport, And when they find me listening, they all giggle ; So that e'en I seem counted somebody. The... | |
| William Harrison Ainsworth - English periodicals - 1844 - 656 pages
...Go to thy basket-making ; — get their food For the young lambs. "Twere wiser for thee, far. Mind what thou hast, and let the lost sheep go. Perhaps thou'lt find another Galatea, Another and a loTelier ; for at night Many girls call to me to come and sport, And when they find me listening, they... | |
| Leigh Hunt - Sicily (Italy) - 1848 - 264 pages
...; for I too am wretched. 0 Cyclops, Cyclops, where are thy poor senses ? Go to thy basket-making ; get their supper For the young lambs. 'Twere wiser...what thou hast, and let the lost sheep go. Perhaps thou It find another Galatea, Another, and a lovelier ; for at night Many girls call to me to come... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1848 - 268 pages
...where are thy poor senses ? Go to thy basket-making ; get their supper For the young lambs. 'T were wiser in thee, far. Prize what thou hast, and let the lost sheep go. Perhaps thou 'It find another Galatea, Another, and a lovelier ; for at night Many girls call to me to come... | |
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