 | 1839 - 666 pages
...my cousin Eleanor will bring a reproach upon his name." " Not, at least, while I remain with yon," said Atherton, laughing. " I have too much regard...to make a breach upon your laws." CHAPTER VI. But tlien her face. So lovely, vet so arch, so full of mirth, The overflowings of au innocent heart. Rogcn.... | |
 | 1841 - 306 pages
...emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her hrow, fairor than alabaster, 'A coronet of pearls. But then her face So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, every Christian temple could be builti The overflowings of an innocent henrt — from the everlasting... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 516 pages
...An emerald-stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer man alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of minh, The overflowings of an irmocent heart62 It haunts me still, though many a year has /led, Uke... | |
 | Orlando B. Willcox - 1857 - 362 pages
...of all. Again that laugh might be heard in the below. "Ho! ha!" CHAPTER XXXI. THE ANGEL IN THE SHIP. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, Tet the overflowings of an innocent heart. ROGEES. WHOSE smile was it that lit up the good ship Aldebaran... | |
 | 1868 - 588 pages
...pleasantly as he repeated the lines: " And on her bkpw, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, 34 35 The overflowings of an innocent heart—- Just as she looks there in her bridal dross, She waa... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1872 - 396 pages
...emerald stone in every golden clasp ; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, 1 1 Z A coronet of pearls. But then, her face. So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, 8 s E The overflowings of an innocent heart, — g It haunts me still, though many a year has fled,... | |
 | 1905 - 584 pages
...An emerald-stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering... | |
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... when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half-open, and her finger up, As though she said " Beware ! " her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot, An emerald-stone in every golden clasp; And on her... 