 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 страници
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. bers 1'hilorael becometh dumb, The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 страници
...every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy 1оте. es as of Gods ; Their number last he sums. And now...heart Distends with pride, and hard'ning in his streng The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton field« To wayward winter reckoning... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 484 страници
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers...rage, and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb ; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 страници
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. j And Philomel bccometh dumb, The rest complain of cares to come. Tho flowers do fade, and wanton fields... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 страници
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers...rage, and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb ; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 602 страници
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might one move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers...rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 страници
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might one move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks' from field to fold, When rivers...rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields I* To wayward winter reckoning... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 458 страници
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thce, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becomcth dumb ; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward... | |
 | 1851 - 362 страници
...shepherd's toung, These pretty pleasures might me more To live with thee, and he thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold. And Philomel hecometh dumh. And all complain of cares tc come. 2O TITUS ANDRONICUS'S COMPLAINT. The flowers do fade,... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 страници
...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks...fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yield ; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes,... | |
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If all the world and love were young And truth in every Shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh... 
