 What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers,...  Elia. The last essays of Elia - Pàgina 148per Charles Lamb - 1871Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1863 - 362 pàgines
...Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, Xo name shall but our own be found. What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flow'rs, I Jail on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness... | |
 | English poems - 1863 - 364 pàgines
...own l1e found. • What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The lusc1ous clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their...themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness... | |
 | 1863 - 478 pàgines
...Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but our own be found. What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do cnish their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on... | |
 | Mrs. Henry Peterson - 1864 - 908 pàgines
..."What wondrous life is this I lead! Raro apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vino Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and...my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons аз I pnee, Insnared with flowers, I full on grass. " Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 120 pàgines
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop...themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnarcd with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness:... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 498 pàgines
...remembered by the quotations of that exquisite critic, Charles Lamb. How pleasant is this picture ! " What wondrous life is this I lead ! . Ripe apples...themselves do reach : Stumbling on melons as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. " Here at this fountain's sliding foot, Or at the fruit-tree's... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 pàgines
...so, Only that she might laurel grow : And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness... | |
 | Gail Hamilton - 1866 - 380 pàgines
...in cooing melody ; and sweetly sung to my charmed ear those rich lines of old Andrew Marvell, — " What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hand themselves do reach," — past huge piles of wood, rough enough to such as should see only their... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 514 pàgines
...Lamb. How pleasant is this picture ! " What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about ray head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth...themselves do reach : Stumbling on melons as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. " Here at this fountain's sliding foot, Or at the fruit-tree's... | |
 | Sunday readings - 1867 - 232 pàgines
...so, Only that she might laurel grow; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop...themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. To a green thought in a green shade. Meanwhile, the mind from... | |
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