 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 pages
...hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep...you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : xcix. The forward violet thus did I chide ;— Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 pages
...the innocent visage of the lamb. t This time in which I was remote or absent from thee. Tet seern'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX The forward violet thus did I chide ; Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 pages
...hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep...away, As with your shadow, I with these did play. SHAKESPEARE. TO ANTHEA. ID me to live, and I will live Thy protestant to be ; Or bid me love, and I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 pages
...summer's story telL Or from their proud lap pluck them where grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ;...and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did р"1ат " The more and leu came in with cap and knee." ? But do not so ; 1 love thee in such sort.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 772 pages
...: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of delight. Drawn after you, you...winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow, I icitlt these did play T* Scareely less sure, or if a less valuable, not less indispensable mark orif... | |
 | Stephen Watson Fullom - 1864 - 394 pages
...the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you,—you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still,...you away, As with your shadow I with these did play: xcix. The forward violet thus did I chide:— Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 770 pages
...in the rose ; They were, tho" sweet, but figures of delight. Drawn after you, you pattern of :il I those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow, 1 with these did play /"' Scarcely less sure, or if a less valuable, not less indispensable mark Tovifwv... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pages
...hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep...As with your shadow I with these did play. SONNET XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,... | |
 | Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1865 - 320 pages
...hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep...away, As with your shadow I with these did play." In this Sonnet the visible beauties of nature are treated as but the shadows of the Spirit of Beauty,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 pages
...hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep...you away, As with your shadow I with these did play: XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that... | |
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They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX. 
