 I had died for this last year, to know You loved me. Who shall turn on fate ? I care not if love come or go Now, though your love seek mine for mate, It is too late.  Belgravia - Page 2991875Full view - About this book
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - Atalanta (Greek mythology) - 1866 - 370 pages
...mine to slake Their tender fever ! who had guessed You loved me best ? I had died for this last year, to know You loved me. Who shall turn on fate ? I care...though your love seek mine for mate. It is too late. The dust of many strange desires Lies deep between us ; in our eyes Dead smoke of perishable fires... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1867 - 340 pages
...mine to slake Their tender fever ! who had guessed You loved me best ? T had died for this last year, to know You loved me. Who shall turn on fate ? I care...though your love seek mine for mate It is too late. The dust of many strange desires Lies deep between us ; in our eyes Dead smoke of perishable fires... | |
 | Mary Elizabeth Braddon - Artists and theater - 1875 - 290 pages
...to make love young again,"as Medea revived the youth CHAPTEK VIII. ' I had died for this last year, to know You loved me. Who shall turn on fate ? I care...dead things lie dead ; none such Are soft to touch !' THE winter season grows older. The Frivolity Theatre is a success. Lavish expenditure in the beautification... | |
 | Mary Elizabeth Braddon - English fiction - 1875 - 182 pages
...love young again, as Medea revived the youth of JEsou. CHAPTER VIII. " I had died for this last year, to know You loved me. Who shall turn on fate? I care...love come or go Now. though your love seek mine for mateIt ¡8 too late. " You loved me and you loved me not ; A little, much, ana overmuch. Will you forget... | |
 | May Agnes Fleming - 1877 - 482 pages
...verses he has read somewhere come to his memory as he goes upstairs : " I had died, for this last year, to know You loved me. Who shall turn on fate ? I care...dead things lie dead ; none such Are soft to touch." CHAPTER XI. LONGWORTH'S IDYL. JJIS face has shown very little feeling of any sort, as he stood leaning... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1883 - 392 pages
...mine to slake Their tender fever ! who had guessed You loved me best? I had died for this last year, to know You loved me. Who shall turn on fate ? I care...though your love seek mine for mate. It is too .late. The dust of many strange desires Lies deep between us ; in our eyes Dead smoke of perishable fires... | |
 | Mrs. Alexander Fraser - 1883 - 326 pages
...wise ; The smell of flowers in all your hair Allures not now, no sigh replies If your heart sighs. You loved me, and you loved me not A little, much,...Will you forget, as I forget ? Let all dead things be dead — none such Are soft to touch ! " BAEBIEEE" is out of the bill, after all, and they give... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1884 - 418 pages
...us ; in our eyes Dead smoke of perishable fires Flickers, a fume in air and skies, A steam of sighs. You loved me and you loved me not ; A little, much, and overmuch. Will you forget as I forgot ? Let all dead things lie dead ; none such Are soft to touch. I love you and I do not love,... | |
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