No more with fondling arms she folds me round, Nor in my ear her dulcet whispers sound.
Float dulcet serenades upon the ear, Bends every atom from its ruddy sphere, Twinkles each eye, and, peeping from its veil, Marks in the adverse crowd its destined male.
Clouds of amber, dreams of gladness, Dulcet joys and sports of youth, Soon must yield to haughty sadness; Mercy holds the veil to Truth.
In all human probability, Louis Philippe will never look again upon the face of our Queen Victoria, or partake of her hospitalities, or be permitted to pour his dulcet deceit into her ears.
Do you think that, with dulcet prattle of this sort, you could manage to efface the impression made long ago upon her virgin heart by that handsome young guardsman, who is now regarding you with a glance prophetic of a coming flagellation?
The poet read out, in the most dulcet accents at his command-- "Ah!
But Salvator put both his arms about him, set him down in the chair again, and whispered in his ear in dulcet tones, "My dear Signor Pasquale, do you not see that I am only joking?
Araxes was great, but now Araxes is a forgotten hero," said the Princess slowly, each accent of her dulcet voice chiming on the ear like the stroke of a small silver bell.
Clouds of amber, dreams of gladness, Dulcet joys and sports of youth, Soon must yield to haughty sadness, Mercy holds the vail to Truth.
And what sort of man must you be to find it so dulcet and recreative, to give chace to a timid, defenceless lamb?
The kinder sort were easy to subdue By those ambrosial glances, dulcet tones; And these a gracious hand advanced to thrones Beneath him.
A fresh sylva, besprinkled with flowers, smiles to our joy, and birds wheel on happy wings, pouring their hearts into dulcet music, and loving zephyrs come to woo the tender growth.
A clittering, clattering steal through the air, even in the calm of night dulcet strains come to cheer the ear.
His sway thou soon, as well as we, shalt know, Stung to the heart by goads of dulcet woe.
As those dulcet sounds reached the ears of the poet, he laid down his pen and listened attentively.
In his ear sounded a dulcet voice, murmuring as the boat neared shore: "Perhaps, when you have consented to feel better friends with me, you will come and let me tell you why I stayed.
Quite another Gladys was this, in all save beauty and her dulcet voice, from his enslaver of town life.
He would arrive soon after lunch, and sit down at the piano, tempting the child from playthings or story-book by rippling accompaniments or dulcet chords.
Nancy remembered that this was Aldo's birthplace; and then she forgot it in the lilt of the usual dulcet words: "Did you like my concert, mother dear?
Again the well-known dulcet tones: "Did you like my concert, Liebstes?
This tenor indulged me with a succession of dulcet sounds and accents, which I followed with all the attention of an industrious pupil.
The clock on the chimney-piece, on which the two were leaning, broke in upon the divine's scarcely less dulcet accents with its silver quarter.
In what dulcet tones, love-laden, the future Hamlet and Macbeth murmured to his lady fair!
A dulcet titter joined the note of the servant's mirth.
My brave deliverer," murmured the lady, in a dulcet voice.
