 I could have wept to see her so — yes, and did. My impulse was to break through the crowd, and support her almost fainting form — but I well knew that my life would answer for the rashness on the spot. I could only, therefore, like the rest , wonder...  Zenobia; Or, The Fall of Palmyra ... - Página 254por William Ware - 1844Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1837 - 594 páginas
...crowd and support her almost fainting form — but I 1837.] Literary Noticet. 81 well knew that my lifs would answer for the rashness on the spot. I could...the midst of her own court, to blaze forth with such transcendant beauty — yet touched with grief. H«r look was not that of dejection — of one who... | |
 | William Ware - 1838 - 684 páginas
...passing around her neck and arms, were then borne up by attendant slaves. I could have wept to see her so — yes, and did. My impulse was to break through...was broken and crushed by misfortune — there was no blush of shame. It was rather one of profound hearthreaking melancholy. Her full eyes looked as... | |
 | William Ware - 1838 - 314 páginas
...almost fainting form — but I well knew that my life would answer for the rashness on the spot. 1 could only therefore like the rest, wonder and gaze....was broken and crushed by misfortune — there was no blush of shame. It was rather one of profound heartbreaking melancholy. Her full eyes looked as... | |
 | William Ware - 1859 - 570 páginas
...so—yes, and did. My impulse was to break through the crowd and support her almost fainting form—but I well knew that my life would answer for the rashness...her own court, to blaze forth with such transcendent beauty—yet touched with grief. Her look was not that of dejection y of one who was broken and crushed... | |
 | Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. - 1888 - 566 páginas
...around her neck and arms, were then borne up by attendant slaves. I could have wept to see her so—yes, and did. My impulse was to break through the crowd...her own court, to blaze forth with such transcendent beauty—yet touched with grief. Her look was not that of dejection, of one who was broken and crushed... | |
 | Frank Boott Goodrich - 1891 - 508 páginas
...passing around her neck and arms, were then borne up by attendant slaves. I could have wept to see her so — yes, and did. My impulse was to break through...dejection, of one who was broken and crushed by misfortune — thero was no blush of ehame. It was rather one of profound, heal t-breaking melancholy. Her full... | |
 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 564 páginas
...passing around her neck and arms, were then borne up by attendant slaves. I could have wept to see her so — yes, and did. My impulse was to break through...who was broken and crushed by misfortune ; there was no blush of shame. It was rather one of profound, heartbreaking melancholy. Her full eyes looked as... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 636 páginas
...around her neck and arms, were then borne up by attendant slaves. I could have wept to see her go — yes, and did. My impulse was to break through the...was broken and crushed by misfortune — there was no blush of shame. It was rather one of profound, heart-breaking melancholy. Her full eyes looked as... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1899 - 432 páginas
...passing around her neck and arms, were then borne up by attendant slaves. I could have wept to see her so — yes, and did. My impulse was to break through...who was broken and crushed by misfortune ; there was no blush of shame. It was rather one of profound, heartbreaking melancholy. Her full eyes looked as... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1899 - 464 páginas
...passing around her neck and arms, were then borne up by attendant slaves. I could have wept to see her so — yes, and did. My impulse was to break through...who was broken and crushed by misfortune ; there was no blush of shame. It was rather one of profound, heartbreaking melancholy. Her full eyes looked as... | |
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