 When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph,...  The Book of Restoration Verse - Page 13redigeeritud poolt - 1909 - 864 lehteFull view - About this book
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 lehte
...own be found. When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their...Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 lehte
...own be found. When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who rous bands, With shudd'ring horror pale, and eyes...They pass'd, and many a region dolorous, O'er many in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 lehte
...own be found. When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their...Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do... | |
 | 1825 - 392 lehte
...own be found. When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their...Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do... | |
 | 1825 - 390 lehte
...own be found. When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their...Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 lehte
...hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty ehase, Still in a tree did end their raee. nted by Thomas Davison for Thomas Tegg in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luseious elusters of the vine I'pon ray mouth... | |
 | 1835 - 430 lehte
...in a talk of fountains and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden-scenes : What wondrous life in this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious...clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their win:. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as... | |
 | 1836 - 436 lehte
...where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life in this I lead I Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters...wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands ihermelves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'is, I fall on grass. Mean while... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 lehte
...beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and envious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insuared with flowers,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 lehte
...own be found. When we have ran our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their...Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph but for a seed. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, the curious... | |
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