...nothing in modern art, except one or two of the best of Mendelsohn's ' Songs without words.' ' I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...blood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. 'None like her, none. Just now...

...deliriously denies that it does bump, and asserts that it never before beat so smoothly : " I have led her home, my love, my only friend ; There is none...blood. And sweetly on and on. Calming itself to the long-wished-for-end, Full to the banka, close on the promised good." Perhaps the violence of passion...

...deliriously denies that it does bump, and asserts that it never before beat so smoothly : " I have led her home, my love, my only friend ; There is none...blood, And sweetly on and on, Calming itself to the long-wished-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good." Perhaps the violence of passion...

...West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. 1. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...close on the promised good. 2. None like her, none. And shook my heart to think she comes once more ; But even then I heard her close the door, The gates...

...dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. LOVE'S REVENGE. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seemed her light foot along the...

...used. The following extract will give the reader a not unfavourable specimen of the whole : " I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...never yet so warmly ran my blood And sweetly, on and oa Calming itself to the long-wish'd-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. None like...

...West. Eosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. XVIII. 1. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...close on the promised good. 2. None like her, none. i Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, I And...

...lover's acceptance. What an ecstasy of passion, what a wealth of imagery they contain : — I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long wished-for end, Full to the bankn, close on the promised good. None like her, none. Just now the...

...West. Rosy is" the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. xvm. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more ; But...

...West. Rosy is the West, Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks, And a rose her mouth. xvm. 1. I HAVE led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none...none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more ; But...