 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,...  Sunday readings (verses). - Página 203por Sunday readings - 1867Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 páginas
...hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race, Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel...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 páginas
...hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race. View'd first their lamentable lot, and found No rest:...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1825 - 390 páginas
...hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel...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 páginas
...hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel...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... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 páginas
...hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel...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... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 828 páginas
...field. tíiltan. Aabces Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In dusters. Id. Paradise Latí. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine. Manea. There with their clasping feet together clung. And a long cluster from the laurel hung. Dry... | |
 | 1835 - 430 páginas
...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... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1838 - 486 páginas
...talk of fountains and sun dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes. " What wondrous life is (his I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crash their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 páginas
...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,... | |
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