Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print... The American Monthly Magazine - Página 5801837Visualização completa
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M. Thomas Hester, Christopher Cobb - 2003 - 152 páginas
..."garden of my own," as she says, where the fawn, lying in beds of lilies, would disappear from her view: For, in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of...laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed: But all its chief delight was still On roses this itself to fill: And its pure...