On one she smiled, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere — we make a din!
But 'twas not love which heaved her breast,
Fair child! — it was the bliss within.


Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)


On one she smiled, and he was blest; She smiles elsewhere — we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child! — it was the...

On one she smiled, and he was blest; She smiles elsewhere — we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child! — it was the...

On one she smiled, and he was blest; She smiles elsewhere — we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child! — it was the...

On one she smiled, and he was blest; She smiles elsewhere — we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child! — it was the...