 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 528 頁
...But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay ; When Cloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should...whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. Fair Cloe blush'd : Euphelia frown 'd : I sung and gaz'd ; I play'd and trembled And Venus... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 頁
...But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia 's toilet lay ; When Cloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should...But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia 's praise, I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. Fair Cloe blush 'd : Euphelia frown 'd : I sung and... | |
 | Algernon de Vivier Tassin - 1923 - 456 頁
...But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay — When Cloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre 'I tune, my voice I raise, 63. THE DANGER OF A PROXY bis But with my numbers mix my sighs; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,... | |
 | Kathleen Winifred Campbell - 1926 - 224 頁
...But Cloe is my real Flame. My softest Verse, my darling Lyre, Upon Euphelia's Toylet lay ; When Cloe noted her Desire, That I should sing, that I should...whilst I sing Euphelia's Praise, I fix my Soul on does Eyes. Fair Cloe blush'd, Euphelia frown'd ; I sung and gaz'd, I play'd and trembl'd : And Venus... | |
 | Norman Ault - 1928 - 544 頁
...treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name : Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Chloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre, Upon Euphelia's...whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Chloe 's eyes. Fair Chloe blushed, Euphelia frowned ; I sung and ga2ed, I played and trembled ; And... | |
 | Norman Ault - 1928 - 544 頁
...to grace my measure, But Chloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre, Upon Euphclia's toilet lay ; When Chloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre l tune, my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,... | |
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Euphelia's toilet lay ; When Cloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But with my numbers mix my sighs ; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. Fair Cloe blushed : Euphelia... 
