 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pagine
...you pattern of all thofe. Yet feem'd it winter ftill, and you away, As with your fhadow I with thefe did play. The forward violet thus did I chide; Sweet thief ! whence didft thou fteal thy fweet that fmells, If not from my love's breath ? the purple pride, Which on thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pagine
...Shakspere makes the south steal odour from the violet. In his pgth Sonnet the violet is made the thief: ," The forward violet thus did I chide : " Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, ' .. " If not from my love's breath •?" MALONE. the sweet south,] The old copy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pagine
...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 shadow I with Ihese did play. The forward violet thus did I chide; Sweet thief! whence didst thou steal thy sweet... | |
 | 1808 - 844 pagine
...the contrary, we imagery is not so different from the European as we are apt to imagine. The ibrwanl violet thus did I chide • «Sweet thief! whence didst thou steal thy swoet that smells, • If not from my love's breath ! The purple pride, ii Which on thy soft check for completion «wells. In... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pagine
...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 pagine
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 pagine
...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, Drawn...chide ; Sweet thief ! whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride, Which on thy soft cheek for complexion... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pagine
...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 pagine
...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, Drawn...away, As with your shadow I with these did play." And I am scarcely less persuaded that a third cluster, of nine, had the same source. These, too, are... | |
 | 1816 - 420 pagine
...flower in this month. The sweet violet (viola odorata) sheds its delicious perfumes in this month. The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief! whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride, Which on thy soft cheek for complexion... | |
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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, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,... 
