 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1837 - 514 Seiten
...passer tranquille, bien Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. 0 flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My...last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1836 - 380 Seiten
...must quit Paradise. Eve weeps ; grieved at leaving her garden, she says, Oh, flowers ! * » » * * My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand, From the first opening bud, and gave ye names. A charming trait of character, which has been supposed to... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1837 - 242 Seiten
...haunt of gods ; where I had hope to spend "Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day, Which must he mortal to us both ? O flowers, That never will in...my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand Pram your first opening buds, and gave you numrn. Who ROW shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes,... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 Seiten
...where 1 had hope to spend Quiet, though sad, the respite ofthat day That must be mortal to us both ? О flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My...last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave you патеяГ Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes,... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1837 - 526 Seiten
...passer tranquille , bien Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. 0 flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My...last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the flrst opening bud, and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and... | |
 | John Milton - 1837 - 512 Seiten
...passer tranquille, bien Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. 0 flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My...last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and... | |
 | John Milton - 1837 - 510 Seiten
...where I had hppe to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. 0 flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My...last At even , which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and... | |
 | Samuel Phillips Newman - 1837 - 334 Seiten
...the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climates grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave you names, Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes,... | |
 | Robert Plumer Ward - 1837 - 376 Seiten
...affects us upon her being forced from Paradise : ' Oh ! flowers, That never will in other climates grow, My early visitation, and my last At even ! which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names ! Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes,... | |
 | Samuel Phillips Newman - 1837 - 334 Seiten
...the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climates grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender band From the first opening bud, and gave you names. Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your... | |
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At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the 'first opening bud, and gave ye names ; Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount? 
