 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pagine
...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 - 1812 - 380 pagine
...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, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 pagine
...lap 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, 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 pagine
...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, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : The forward... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 pagine
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 pagine
...lap pluck them where they grew9Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of...delight ', Drawn after you ; you pattern of all those. i Yet nor the lays of birds, &c.] So Milton, Par. Lost, book iv. : " Sweet is the breath of morn, her... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 pagine
...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, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet, seem'd it winter still, and you away. I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning... | |
 | 1822 - 600 pagine
...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, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning... | |
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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,... 
