 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, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,...  Notes and Queries - Sida 2211913Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 sidor
...summer's story tell; Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Prawn after you, you pattern of all those : Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 sidor
...lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those : You seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. The forward... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 sidor
...where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; Hey were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet xem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. SONNET XCtX. THE forward... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 sidor
...tell, 1 >r from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, "or praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but 6gures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet Kem'd it winter still, and, yon away,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 sidor
...summer's story tell ; Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ;...delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those : Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow, I with these did play. The forward violet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 sidor
...lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those : You seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. The forward... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 sidor
...in hue, Could make me any Summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the...delight, Drawn after you; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it Winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play." And I am scarcely... | |
 | 1817 - 494 sidor
...summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;...you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : The forward violet thus did I chide ;— Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 sidor
...Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play ! Scarcely less sure,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 sidor
...summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose: They were but sweet, butt patterns of delight, Brawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still; and,... | |
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