 | Edward Arber - 1901 - 362 trang
...promise of the laboured field, Not for the good the yellow harvests yield, I bend at CERES' shrine! For dull, to humid eyes, appear The golden glories of the year! Alas! a melancholy worship 's mine! I hail the Goddess, for her scarlet flower! Thou brilliant weed! That dost so far... | |
 | Roger Lonsdale, Roger H. Lonsdale - 1990 - 612 trang
...promise of the laboured field, Not for the good the yellow harvests yield, I bend at Ceres' shrine; For dull, to humid eyes, appear The golden glories of the year, Alas! — a melancholy worship's mine. I hail the goddess for her scarlet flower! Thou brilliant weed, That does so far exceed... | |
 | Andrew Carpenter - 1998 - 650 trang
...promise of the labour'd field, Not for the good the yellow harvests yield, I bend at Ceres' shrine; For dull, to humid eyes, appear The golden glories of the year; Alas! a melancholy worship's mine; I hail the goddess for her scarlet flower; Thou brilliant weed! That dost so far exceed... | |
 | 1794 - 534 trang
...THE POPPY. NOT for the premife of the labor'd field, Not for the good the yellow harvefts yield, 1 bend at Ceres fhrine ; For dull to humid eyes appear...The golden glories of the year, Alas ! a melancholy worfhip 's mine, I hail the goddefs for her fcarlet flower \ Thou brilliant weed ! That doft fo far... | |
 | 1819 - 578 trang
...promise of the labour'd field, Not for the gold the yellow harvests yield, I bend at Ceres' shrine! For dull to humid eyes appear The golden glories of the year! Alas! a melancholy worship's mine! I woo the Goddess for her scarlet flower, Thou brilliant weed, That dost so far exceed... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1927 - 272 trang
...promise of the labor'd field, Not for the good the yellow harvests yield, I bend at Ceres' shrine; For dull to humid eyes appear, The golden glories of the year; Alas! — a melancholy worship's mine! A DIARY OF THOMAS DE QUINCET I hail the Goddess for her scarlet flower! Thou brilliant... | |
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Ceres' shrine ; For dull to humid eyes appear The golden glories of the year ; Alas ! a melancholy worship's mine ! I hail the goddess for her scarlet flower. Thou brilliant weed That dost so far exceed The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow, Heedless... 
