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" Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me,... "
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av Thomas Hood - 1869
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The Gentleman's Magazine, Volum 87,Del 1;Volum 121

1817 - 728 sider
...flower, But "t was the first to fade away ; I never nurs'da dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die !" A strong apostrophe to Rebellion, with an appropriate simile, page 203. "Rebellion! foul dishonouring...
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Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance

Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 sider
..." Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, " I never nurs'da dear gazelle, " To glad me with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die! " Now too—the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt or knew, " To see thee, hear thee, call...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volum 1

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 sider
...first to fade away. 41 I never nurs'da dear gazelle, " To glad me with its soft black tfe, " But wTion it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine 44 Of all I ever dreamt or knew, «•' To see thee, hear...
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volum 29

1818 - 590 sider
...flower, " But 'twas the first to fade away. " I never nurs'da dear gazelle, " To glad me with its soft black eye> " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " l^ow too —the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt or knew, " To see thee, hear thee,...
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The New Monthly Magazine and Humorist

1837 - 604 sider
...Worshippers " Moore makes his Hinda say — " I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me — it was sure to die." Now Hinda was perfectly correct, except in thinking that she was peculiarly unfortunate. Every one...
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Happiness: A Tale, for the Grave and the Gay, Volum 2

1822 - 240 sider
...or flow'r. But 'twas the first to fade away. f*hfver nurs'da dear gazelle, To glad me with itfl soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me — it was sure to die !" " I well remember that my first passion was romantic, that is, it was in the highest degree imprudent,...
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Logan: A Family History ...

John Neal - 1822 - 330 sider
...flower But 'twas the first to fade away; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its full, dark eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me — it too* sure to die.' • But he was soon aroused to a painful sense of his situation. The noise of pursuit...
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On the Beauties, Harmonies, and Sublimities of Nature: With ..., Volum 3

Charles Bucke - 1823 - 468 sider
...hopes decay ; I've never lov'da tree or flower, I uerer iiurs'da dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me — it was sure to die ! JlJoore. XL Amid deserts we miss the most stupendous effort of the eternal power, — the mind of...
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The works of Thomas Moore, comprehending all his melodies, ballads, etc, Volum 1

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 428 sider
...flower, " But 'twas the first to fade away. " I never nursed a dear gazelle, " To glad me with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt or knew, " To see thee, hear thee,...
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The Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh

Thomas Moore - 1823 - 422 sider
...flower, " But 'twas the first to fade away. " I never nursed a dear gazelle, " To glad me with its soft black eye, " But when it came to know me well, " And love me, it was sure to die ! " Now too — the joy most like divine " Of all I ever dreamt or knew, " To see thee, hear thee,...
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