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" tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank... "
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Gebir, Count Julian, and other poems

Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - 504 oldal
...all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of gold. 1 saw the light that made the glossy leaves More glossy ; the...

The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., 101. kötet

1831 - 722 oldal
...all die Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred, in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank, And not reproached me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor...

Leigh Hunt's London Journal, 1-2. kötet

Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 680 oldal
...Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart. Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluckt the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor...

The Quarterly review, 58. kötet

1837 - 612 oldal
...all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...my breath upon its bank, And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.'...

The Quarterly Review, 58. kötet

William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1837 - 606 oldal
...all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. / never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...my breath upon its bank, And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.'...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 oldal
...all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...my breath upon its bank And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of gold....

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 oldal
...all die, Whene'er their genius hids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its hank And not reproacht me . the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath hetween my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd,...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, 24. kötet

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - 626 oldal
...all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its hank And not reproach'd me ; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands 4-26 LOVE'S...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, 24. kötet

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - 610 oldal
...Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose j the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproach 'd me ; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands LOVES EOMANCE. 1. THEY...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 oldal
...and all die. Whene'er their genius bid their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproach'd me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor...




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