 | Robert Herrick - 1823 - 330 oldal
...sat ysicles awhile ; Now let the rose raigne like a queene, and smile. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violets sho'd excell, Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell on you,... | |
 | Robert Herrick - 1825 - 334 oldal
...sat ysicles awhile ; Now let the rose raigne like a queene, and smile. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violets sho'd excel!, Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell on you,... | |
 | Mrs. Charles Meredith - 1836 - 400 oldal
...versification of any popular notion, it is too fanciful to be overlooked. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent. Whether the violet should excell, 73 Hut Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell on yon, And beat ye... | |
 | Mrs. Charles Meredith - 1836 - 400 oldal
...versification of any popular notion, it is too fanciful to be overlooked. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE, on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violet should excel], Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell... | |
 | 1844 - 276 oldal
...odour of the violet we have already quoted. Herrick thus fancifully accounts for its colour : — Love, on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent ; Whether the violet should excel, But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles she fell on you, And beate ye so as... | |
 | Robert Herrick - 1856 - 380 oldal
...sate ysicles awhile ; Now let the rose raigne like a queene, and smile. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE on a day wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violets should excell, Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell on you, And... | |
 | 1866 - 388 oldal
...sate ysicles awhile; Now let the rose raigne like a queene, and smile. HOW VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE on a day wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violets should excell, Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell on you, And... | |
 | 1869 - 376 oldal
...That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl ! The grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing! He lives to learn, in life's hard school, How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and their loss, Like her, — because they lor« him. JG WHITTIM. 320 Hon. JAMES PYLE WICKERSHAM, State... | |
 | Robert Herrick - 1869 - 304 oldal
...sate Ysicles awhile ; Now let the rose raigne like a queenc, and smile. How VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violets sho'd excell, Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell on you... | |
 | Robert Herrick - 1869 - 304 oldal
...sate Ysicles awhile ; Now let the rose raigne like a queene, and smile. How VIOLETS CAME BLEW. LOVE on a day, wise poets tell, Some time in wrangling spent, Whether the violets sho'd excell, Or she, in sweetest scent. But Venus having lost the day, Poore girles, she fell on you... | |
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I'm sorry that I spelt the word: I hate to go above you, Because," — the brown eyes lower fell, — "Because, you see, I love you!" Still memory to a gray-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl! the grasses on her grave Have forty years... 
