 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 страници
...ROEERT OP NORMANDY, about 1107. TO A MOUNTAIN-DAISY, Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met met me in an evil hour, For I maun crush amang the...past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem ! Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewie weet, Wi' speckled breast,... | |
 | Iowa State Horticultural Society - 1906 - 552 страници
...crimson tipped flower, Thou's met me in an evil hour, I maun crush thee among the stoure Thy tender stem, To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem." Again, one of our own poets: "The holy grail is found in each poppy cup of geld, And God walks with... | |
 | Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1875 - 362 страници
...feel for it as if it were a beautiful child too rudely treated. Wee, modest crimson-tipped flower, Thou's met me in an evil hour, For I maun crush amang...stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonie gem. But even here he cannot, as "Wordsworth does, leave the daisy and its fate alone.... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 страници
...And ev'n Devotion! BLPA; EnRP; FaFP; InvP; LiTB; NAEL-2; NOEC; OxBS; Prim To a Mountain Daisy 59 Wee, (I. 1—6) 60 Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd: (1. 37—38)... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 страници
...us, and ev'n Devotion! To A Mountain Daisy1 ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, I 786 Wee. modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, thou's met me in an...slender stem: to spare thee now is past my pow'r, thou bonie gem. Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, the bonie lark, companion meet, bending thee 'mang the dewy... | |
 | Graham W. Hardy - 2007 - 168 страници
...his plough: "Wee modest, crimson-tipped flower Thou 's met me in an evil hour For I maun crush, among the stoure thy slender stem; To spare thee now is past my power, thou bonnie gem. " Or there was that little field mouse scurrying away, that "Wee, sleekit,... | |
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Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd... 
