...The forward violet thus did I chide ; Sweet thief! whence didft ihou fteal thy fweet that' fmells, If not from my love's breath ? the purple pride, Which on thy foft cheek lor complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou haft too grofly dy'd : The lily I condemned...

...The forward violet thus did I chide : " Sweet thief! whence didft thou jieal thy fweet that fmells, " If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride, " Which on thy foft cheek for complexion dwells, " In my love's veins thou hajl too grofsly dyed." The lily I condemned...

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...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 foft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou haft too grofly dy'd : The lily I condemned...

...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,...sweet that smells, ' .. " If not from my love's breath •?" MALONE. the sweet south,] The old copy reads • ' sweet sound, which Mr. Rowe changed into wind,...

...The forward violet thus did I chide ;— Sweet thief, whence didft thou fteal thy fweet thatfmells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy foft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou haft too grofsly dy'd. The lily 1 condemned...

...The forward violet thus aid 1 chide; — Sweet thief, whence didft thou fteal thy fwcct that Imell», If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy foft cheek for complexion dwelb, ïn my love's veins thou haft toogrofsly dy'd. The lily I condemned...

...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 foft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou haft too grofsly dy'd. The lily I condemned...

...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!...thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath I The purple pride, Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too...

...poets; on the contrary, we imagery is not so different from the European as we are apt to imagine. The forward -violet thus did I chide : " Sweet thief...smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple priuc, Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells. In mv L ove's veins thou hast too grossly dyed."...