 Gentle to all, but kind to me, Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart; A simple train, from falsehood free, Such the maid that's made for me.  Poems on Several Occasions - 61 ページWilliam Hamilton 著 - 1760 - 262 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | British poets - 1822 - 266 ページ
...feels the blessing she bestows, Gentle to all, but kind to me; Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts, devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart, A simple train, from falsehood free; Such the maid that's made for me. Avaunt, ye light coquettes, retire,... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 260 ページ
...feels the blessing she bestows, Gentle to all, but kind to me ; Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts, devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart, A simple train, from falsehood freei Such the maid that's made for me. Avaunt, ye light coquettes, retire,... | |
 | William Hamilton (of Bangour) - 1850 - 238 ページ
...feels the blessing she bestows; Gentle to all, but kind to me, Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart; A simple train, froni falsehood free, Such the maid that's made for me. Avaunt, ye light coquets, retire... | |
 | William Hamilton - 1850 - 242 ページ
...feels the blessing she bestows; Gentle to all, but kind to me, Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart; A simple train, from falsehood free, Such the maid that's made for me. Avaunt, ye light coquets, retire... | |
 | William Hamilton, James Paterson - 1850 - 248 ページ
...feels the blessing she bestows; Gentle to all, but kind to me, Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart; A simple train, from falsehood free, Such the maid that's made for me. Avaunt, ye light coquets, retire... | |
 | 1869 - 312 ページ
...feels the blessing she bestows, Gentle to all, but kind to me ; Such be mine, if such there be. Whose genuine thoughts, devoid of art, Are all the natives of her heart, A simple train, from falsehood free ; Such the maid that 's made for me. Avaunt, ye light coquets, retire,... | |
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