 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 pagine
...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 pagine
...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... | |
 | 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 - 1872 - 480 pagine
...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 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 pagine
...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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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,... 
