 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - Страниц: 552
...jewels one by one ; Loosens her fragrant boddice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to lier knees : Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive...But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. XXVII. Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In son of wakeful swoon, perples'd she lay, Until... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - Страниц: 254
...Loosens her fragrant boddice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half- hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams...perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ;... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - Страниц: 378
...her fragrant boddice ; by deqrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees s Half-hidden, /;.(.- a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy fair St. Agnes in her bed, Bat dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. How true and cordial the " tearmed jewels !" and... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 818
...; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one ; Loosens her fragrant boddice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half-hidden, like a...mermaid in sea-weed. Pensive awhile she dreams awake, &c. Nor is this all. The poet follows the fair creaure to her couch, and describes her soul in sleep,... | |
 | 1897 - Страниц: 986
...of nothing quite comparable to it, save Carpaccio's pictures of the legend of St. Ursula. Indeed the Soon trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplei'd she lay, and wan r The Border Law. warmth of sleep op303 Until the poppied prees'd Her soothed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 278
...Loosens her fragrant boddice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams...perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her smoothed limbs, and soul, fatigued away, Flown, Ttke a thought, until the morrow day... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 372
...Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half bidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams...perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her smoothed limbs, and soul, fatigued away, Flown, like a thought, until the morrow day;... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 278
...Loosens her fragrant boddice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile. she dreams...perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her smoothed limbs, and soul, fatigued away, Flown, Tike a thought, until the morrow day... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 280
...Loosens her fragrant boddice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams...perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her smoothed limbs, and soul, fatigued away, Flown, like a thought, until the morrow day... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 292
...Loosens her fragrant boddice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams...perplex'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her smoothed limbs, and soul, fatigued away, Flown, hke a thought, until the morrow day ;... | |
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Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. 
