| William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pages
...alas, they know or heed, How far these beautys her exeeed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, mas Davison for Thomas Tegg ehase, Still in a tree did end their raee. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow... | |
| Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 420 pages
...I they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. When we have...passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. A | The gods, who mortal beauty chase, <J Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne... | |
| Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 220 pages
...beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. M When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes...mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apolio hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as... | |
| Andrew Marvell - 1872 - 562 pages
...your barkes I wound, No name shall but your own be found. When we have run our passions' heat, 2 5 ! Love hither makes his best retreat. The gods, who...hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; 30 And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life is this I... | |
| Mary Russell Mitford - 1872 - 582 pages
...alas I they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed! Fair trees! where'er your backs I wound, No name shall but your own be found. When we have...hither makes his best retreat. The gods, who mortal beanty chase, Still in a tree did end their race. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel... | |
| Andrew Marvell - 1872 - 564 pages
...they know or heed, How far these beauties her's exceed ! Fair trees ! wheres'cer your barkes I wound, No name shall but your own be found. When we have run our passions' heat, 2 5 Love hither makes his best retreat. The gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in... | |
| Abraham Holroyd - 1873 - 228 pages
...alas ! they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed! Fair trees ! where'er your harks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. When we have run our passions's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a... | |
| Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 470 pages
...alas, they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. When we have...gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did cud their race : Apollo hunted Daphne so Only that she might laurel grow : And Pan did after Syrinx... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 pages
...heed How far these beauties her exceed! Fair trues ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall hut your own be found. When we have run our passion's...retreat. The gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still iu a tree did end their race; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 pages
...beauties lier exceed ! Fair trees! where'er your barks I WOUnd, No name «hall but your own be found, Ч When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes...his best retreat. The gods, who mortal beauty chase, ÍSlill in a tree did end their race; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow; And... | |
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