... But when they then my prayer not hear I break my wispring lire; Then ... ... could not give reason, to my superiors which are my God and my parents; I seek further ... ... when trembling in my arms, The bosom of my maid my bosom warmeth! Perpetual ...
... had the courage to confess my inability to relish the serious poems of Byron, and to intimate my dissatisfaction with the comparison generally made between Manfred and Faust. I remarked: ... ... And where he gazed a gloom pervaded space. Goethe concurred in my suggested praise of Stan zas Xlll, ...