 The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields : A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon...  Poems - Pàgina 128per Sir Henry Wotton - 1815 - 136 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1785 - 456 pàgines
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 pàgines
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cup, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 756 pàgines
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies : Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move,... | |
 | 1808 - 506 pàgines
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses. Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten—- In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 pàgines
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy (owns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cup, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 386 pàgines
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move,... | |
 | William Barker Daniel - 1813 - 568 pàgines
...Spring, but Sorrow's Fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy Kirtle, and thy Posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In Folly ripe, in Reason rotten. Thy belt of Straw, and ivy Buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move,... | |
 | Francis Wrangham - 1816 - 616 pàgines
...with me, and be my love.* Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pàgines
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed» of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy bell of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber stud?, ELEGANT EXTRACTS, All these to... | |
 | Francis Wrangham - 1816 - 624 pàgines
...me, and be my lore«' Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
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