 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1824 - 480 páginas
...skipping grace, It oft would challenge me the race, And when't had left me far away, 'Twould stay, and run again — and stay ; — For it was nimbler...flaxen lilies shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. I'pon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed : And then to me 'twould boldly... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lye ; gates of joy ; Of horror that, and thrilling fears,...the sacred source of sympathetic tears. Nor second h hke a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seemed to bleed ; And... | |
 | 1824 - 378 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie ; ' Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 378 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie ; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 páginas
...only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lye ; Yet eould skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he erops the...blindness to the future ! kindly given, That eaeh may fi ev'n seemed to bleed ; And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all... | |
 | 1824 - 378 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie ; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 822 páginas
...my fill ' I spared not : for such pleasure till that hour At feed or fountain never had I found. Id. Ч would boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. Manell. боше Vous feed upon the berries... | |
 | John Dove - 1832 - 134 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie; Yet could not, till itself would rise, , Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
 | John Dove - 1832 - 128 páginas
...Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd to bleed ; And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all... | |
 | John Dove - 1832 - 136 páginas
...itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shude, It like a bunk of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n scem'd to bleed ; And then to mo 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all... | |
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For, in the flaxen lilies' shade It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed; And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself... 
