 | 1824 - 378 pages
...you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the spring-time of the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft,...Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 378 pages
...you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the spring-time of the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft,...Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pages
...you would it guers To be a little wilderness, And all the spring-time of the year It only loved to be hovering o'er Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts lye ; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1824 - 480 pages
...you would it guess To be a little wilderness. And all the spring-time of the year It loved only to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it would lie, Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen... | |
 | Tobias Merton - 1824 - 488 pages
...you would it guess To be a little wilderness. And all the spring-time of the year It loved only to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it would lie, Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen... | |
 | 1824 - 378 pages
...you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the spring-time of the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft,...Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pages
...you would it guess To be a little u ¡LUtn.x, And all the spring-time of the year It only loved to be eing here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy lye ; Yet eould not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 822 pages
...my fill ' I spared not : for such pleasure till that hour At feed or fountain never had I found. Id. Ч would boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. Manell. боше Vous feed upon the berries... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 pages
...he a little wilderness: An4 all the spring-time of the year It only loved to he there. Among the hed of lilies, I Have sought it oft, where it should lie; Yet could not, till itself should rise, Find it although hefore my eyes : For, in the flaxcn lilies' shade, It like a hand of... | |
 | John Dove - 1832 - 128 pages
...would it guess To be a little wilderness ; And all the spring-time of the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft,...Find it, although before mine eyes. For in the flaxen lily's shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd... | |
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Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seemed to bleed. 
