 | 1913 - 586 Seiten
...the friend's name. Different flowers in odour and in hew. S. 98, 1. 6. Nor did I wonder at the Lily's white. Nor praise the deep vermilion in the Rose ; They were but sweet, botjfMra of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and, you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 Seiten
...birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they...delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. 1 Malone explains this as, " This time in which I was remote or absent from thee." Yet seemed it winter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 548 Seiten
...birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story|i tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were, my sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. * By great and small.... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 Seiten
...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...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. SHAKSPEARE. VANITY... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 Seiten
...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...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. Shakspere. What! keep... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 764 Seiten
...birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them, where they...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 760 Seiten
...grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of delight. Drawn after you, you...those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, At with your shadow, 1 with that did play T* Scarcely less eure, or if a less valuable, not less indispensable... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 484 Seiten
...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, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1854 - 1232 Seiten
...birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they...delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet scem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow, I with these did play." I am not aware of... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 758 Seiten
...Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them, where they grew : ISTor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of delight, Brawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'cl it winter... | |
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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,... 
