...cincture of those excluding garden walls. I could have exclaimed with the garden-loving poet : — " Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines ; Curl me about,...That I may never leave this place ; But, lest your fetters prove too weak Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous...

...walls. I could have exclaimed with that garden-loving poet — Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twinos ; Curl me about, ye gadding vines ; And oh so close...That I may never leave this place : But lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous...

...I could have exclaimed with that garden-loving poet, — "Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines; 20 Curl me about, ye gadding vines; And oh so close your...That I may never leave this place; But, lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage break, 25 Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And,...

...world no certain shot Can make, or me it toucheth not. " Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines, Cnrl me about, ye gadding vines, And, oh, so close your circles lace That I may never leave this place I Bnt, lest your fetters prove too weak Ere I yonr silken bondage break, Do yon, 0 brambles, chain...

...decay of the oak. At last the charm of the country bursts out from the poet in a noble ecstasy — Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines, Curl me about, ye gadding vines, And oh?so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place : But, lest your fetters prove too...

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...room — in which old Mrs. Battle died — whereinto I have crept, but always in the daytime, with a passion of fear ; and a sneaking curiosity, terror-tainted,...about, ye gadding vines ; And oh so close your circles lac«, That I may never leave this place: / But lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken...

...cincture of those excluding garden walls. I could have exclaimed with that garden-loving poet — " ' Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines; Curl me about, ye gadding vines ; And oh so close your circles lacs, That I may never leave this place: But lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage...

...thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes." See Appendix. 40. Imitated by Milton's friend Marvell : "Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines, Curl me about, ye gadding vines." Gadding points to the straggling growth of the vine ; cf. the similar epithets applied to it elsewhere...

...securer cincture of those excluding garden walls. I could have exclaimed with that garden-loving poet — Bind me, ye woodbines, in your ' twines, Curl me about,...That I may never leave this place ; But, lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous...