| Ben Jonson, John Fletcher, Francis Beaumont - 1811 - 712 páginas
...bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus j nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose... | |
| Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 712 páginas
...bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whale' er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose... | |
| Ben Jonson, John Fletcher, Francis Beaumont - 1811 - 728 páginas
...bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land F'rom her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...the famous wells, To this present day ne'er grew, TCever better nor more true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 páginas
...purpose. We help her, as we would a local deity. Here lie grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poets good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus;...— Nuts more brown Than the squirrels teeth that cruck them; Deign, O fairest fair, to take them. For these black ey'd Driope Hath often times commanded... | |
| Charles Dickens - 1836 - 428 páginas
...bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my band To receive wbate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but lend Belief to that the ladye tells : t Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never better nor more true.... | |
| Mary Russell Mitford - 1837 - 344 páginas
...bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...crown The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose teeth crack 'em. Deign, oh fairest fair, to take 'em ! For these black-eyed Dryope Hath... | |
| 738 páginas
...gusto into the mouth of a satyr. We must quote a few lines which are appropriate to our subject : " Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's...crown The head of Bacchus — nuts more brown Than the squirrel*' teeth that crack them; Deign, oh faiiest fair, to take them ! For these black-ey'd Dryope... | |
| Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1840 - 754 páginas
...bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's... | |
| Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1843 - 592 páginas
...bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whatever this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, eye Shakespeare's Midsummer Night't Dream is certain. The beginning and ending of this speech are an... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1844 - 322 páginas
...bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The heaa of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrels teeth that crack them, Deign, O fairest fair,... | |
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