 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 pàgines
...of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him : Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour...pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white , Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight... | |
 | 1844 - 148 pàgines
...birds, nor the sweet smell Of diHereiit tlowers in odour and in hue, Could ninke me any summer-story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they...lilies white. Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose i They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet sccin'd... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 pàgines
...of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, G9 0k Z , U07 3 Z D 2 % ine any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : 1 Vinegar. Nor did... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 432 pàgines
...laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell,...the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 544 pàgines
...laughed and leaped with him. Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell,...deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but patterns of delight, Drawn after you, yon pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still ; and,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 520 pàgines
...laughed and leaped with him. Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell,...deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but patterns of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still ; and,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 540 pàgines
...laughed and leaped with him. Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell,...deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but patterns of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still ; and,... | |
 | Edward Vaughan Kenealy - 1845 - 362 pàgines
...blow ; If any ask why lilies are so white ? Because their blossoms in thy mind do blow. SHAKSPEARE. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white Nor praise the deep vermillion of the rose ; They were but sweet sweet figures of delight Drawn after thee thou pattern... | |
 | Edward Vaughan Kenealy - 1845 - 356 pàgines
...any ask why lilies are so white ? Because their blossoms in thy mind do blow. SHAKSPEARE. Stnuu'ts. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white Nor praise the deep vermillion of the rose ; They were but sweet sweet figures of delight Drawn after thee thou pattern... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 376 pàgines
...laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell,...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
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Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell... 
