 Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different 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 lilies white,...  Coleridge's Literary Criticism - Страница 154по Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1908 - 266 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1822 - 592 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | 1822 - 600 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | 1823 - 428 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...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... | |
 | 1823 - 428 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...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... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1823 - 426 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 414 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 414 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 страници
...of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep Termillion in the rose: They were bat sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 страници
...of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where...Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, yon pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
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