 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 trang
...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 trang
...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 trang
...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 forward... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 trang
...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 trang
...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 violet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 trang
...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 trang
...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,...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 trang
...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 sure,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 trang
...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 trang
...summer's story tell 8, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew9Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ;...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... | |
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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. 
