 | Kālidāsa - 1855 - 330 pages
...Herself a willing eaptive to my will, As eagerly I raised her lovely faee : But ere with gentle foree I stole the kiss, Too envious Fate did mar my daring...now shall I betake myself? I will tarry for a brief spaee iu this bower of ereepers, so endeared to me by the presenee of my beloved Sakoontala. [Lookiag... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 516 pages
...accomplishment of our wishes ! Albeit she did coyly turn away Her glowing cheek, and with her fingen guard Her pouting lips, that murmured a denial In...creepers, so endeared to me by the presence of my Iraloved Sakoontalá. [Looking rouml Here printed on the flowery couch I see The fair impression of... | |
 | Richard James Horatio Gottheil, Epiphanius Wilson - 1900 - 510 pages
...accomplishment of our wishes ! Albeit she did coyly turn away Her glowing cheek, and with her fingers guard Her pouting lips, that murmured a denial In...purpose. Whither now shall I betake myself? I will tarry fora brief space in this bower of creepers, so endeared to me by the presence of my beloved Sakoontala.... | |
 | Charles Francis Horne - 1917 - 462 pages
...accomplishment of our wishes ! Albeit she did coyly turn away Her glowing cheek, and with her fingers guard In faltering accents, she did yield herself A sweet...creepers, so endeared to me by the presence of my beloved Sakuntala. [Looking round. Here printed on the flowery couch I see The fair impression of her slender... | |
 | Charles Francis Horne - 1917 - 450 pages
...accomplishment of our wishes ! Albeit she did coyly turn away Her glowing cheek, and with her fingers guard In faltering accents, she did yield herself A sweet...daring purpose. Whither now shall I betake myself 3 I will tarry for a brief space in this bower of creepers, so endeared to me by the presence of my... | |
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In faltering accents, she did yield herself A sweet reluctant captive to my will, As eagerly I raised her lovely face; But ere with gentle force I stole the kiss, Too envious Fate did mar my daring purpose. Whither now shall I betake myself? I will tarry... 