 | William Stebbing - 1913 - 426 oldal
...does speak, Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break. That they might passage get ; But she ..'' handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, So bewitching indeed is grace as well as wit in Suckling at his best, that, after I have dwelt upon... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1916 - 524 oldal
...no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might...good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. i Just in the nick the cook knocked thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each... | |
 | 1918 - 2030 oldal
...small, when she does speak, Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might passage get; i But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. Passion o' me! how I run on! There's that that would be thought upon, I trow, besides the bride: The... | |
 | 1920 - 1016 oldal
...stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on a Sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak,...good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. Passion, oh me! how I run on! There's that that would be thought upon, I trow, besides the bride. The... | |
 | Vera Meynell - 1925 - 378 oldal
...lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) .; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no...good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. If wishing should be any sin, The parson himself had guilty been, She look'd that day so purely ; And... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 oldal
...no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might...good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. SIR JOHN SUCKLING. THE BKIDE. ntOU - THE £FITHAUmiO».LOP. ! where she come* along with portly pace,... | |
 | Charles Townsend Copeland - 1926 - 1744 oldal
...lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; ckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding,...are bounding, Stand to your arms, and march in good Just in the nick the cook knocked thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey ; Each... | |
 | Norman Ault - 1928 - 544 oldal
...Some bee had stung it newly : But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them ga2e Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when...good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit. If wishing should be any sin The parson himself had guilty bin, She looked that day so purely ; And... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 oldal
...no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou 'dst st, I sighed for thee ! Thy brother Death came, and...Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like SIR JOHN SUCKLING. POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS. THE BRIDE. FROM " THE EPITHALAMION." LOE ! where she comes... | |
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Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear... 
