 | Norman Ault - 1928 - 544 trang
...both thy light and motion, Like a fled star, is fall'n and gone, And 'twixt me and my soul's dear wish The earth now interposed is, Which such a strange...allow thee for a time To darken me and my sad clime ; 19 Were it a month, a year, or ten, I would thy exile live till then ; And all that space my mirth... | |
 | Jack Dalglish - 1961 - 196 trang
...both thy light and motion Like a fled Star is fall'n and gon, And twixt me and my soules dear wish 35 The earth now interposed is, Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne'er was read in Almanakc. I could allow thee for a time To darken me and my sad Clime, 40 Were it a month, a year,... | |
 | Jon Stallworthy - 1986 - 422 trang
...both thy light and motion, Like a fled star, is fallen and gone, And 'twixt me and my soul's dear wish The earth now interposed is, Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne'er was read in almanac. I could allow thee for a time To darken me and my sad clime; Were it a month, a year, or ten,... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 trang
...both thy light and motion Like a fled star is fall'n and gone, And twixt me and my soul's dear wish The earth now interposed is, Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne'er was read in almanae. I could allow thee for a time To darken me and my sad clime, 40 Were it a month, a year, or... | |
 | Betty Travitsky, Anne Lake Prescott - 2000 - 440 trang
...both thy light and motion Like a fled star isfall'n and gone; And 'twixt me and my soul's dear wish The earth now interposed is, Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne'er was read in almanac. I could allow thee for a time To darken me and my sad clime, Were it a month, a year, or ten,... | |
 | 1897 - 420 trang
...both thy light and motion Like a fled Star is fall'n and gon, And twixt me and my soules dear wish The earth now interposed is, Which such a strange eclipse doth make, As ne're was read in Almanake. I could allow thee, for a time, To darken me and my sad Clime, Were it... | |
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Were it a month, a year, or ten, I would thy exile live till then ; And all that space my mirth adjourn, So thou wouldst promise to return ; And putting off thy ashy shroud At length disperse this sorrow's cloud. 
