| William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 pages
...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,...delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : xcix. The forward... | |
| Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 pages
...and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odours or in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or...delight, Drawn after you — you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow, I with these did play. SHAKESPEARE.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 pages
...summer's story telL Or from their proud lap pluck them where grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's None, sir ; I have no pheasant, cock nor hen. AUT. How blcss'd are we that are not simple Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did ð"1àò " The more... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 770 pages
...different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell. Or from their proud hip pluck them, where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the...praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were, tho" sweet, but figures of delight. Drawn after you, you pattern of :il I those. Yet seem'd it winter... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pages
...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,...delight, Drawn after you; you pattern of all those: Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. SONNET XCIX. The... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 pages
...laughed and leaped 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,...delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play: XCIX. The forward... | |
| Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 pages
...laughed and leaped 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,...delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. 'The goddess... | |
| Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1865 - 320 pages
...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,...delight, Drawn after you, — you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play." In this Sonnet... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 pages
...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,...delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : xcix. The forward... | |
| Robert Kemp Philp - 1866 - 930 pages
...and leap'd with him ; Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell,...delight Drawn after you : you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still and you away, As with your shadow, I with those did play." This " spirit... | |
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