 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 páginas
...grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...away. As with your shadow, I with these did play." I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning here till long after Milton, that is, till... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 598 páginas
...they grew : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd...away, As with your shadow, I with these did play." I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning here till long after Milton, that is, till... | |
 | 1822 - 592 páginas
...grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, • I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning here till lung after Milton, that is,... | |
 | 1822 - 600 páginas
...grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning here till long after Milton, that is, till... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 612 páginas
...grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...those. Yet, seem'd it winter still, and you away. I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning here till long after Milton, that is, till... | |
 | 1823 - 428 páginas
...: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...away, As with your shadow I with these did play." OIL " My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming ; I love not less, though less the show... | |
 | 1823 - 428 páginas
...: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...away, As with your shadow I with these did play." CII. " My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming ; I love not less, though less the show... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 414 páginas
...grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...away, As with your shadow, I with these did play." I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning here till long after Milton, that is, till... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 414 páginas
...grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...away, As with your shadow, I with these did play." I am not aware of any writer of Sonnets worth mentioning here till long after Milton, that is, till... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 páginas
...grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep Termillion in the rose: They were bat sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you...pattern of all those. Yet, seem'd it winter still, and, yon away. As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX. . The forward violet thus did I chide :... | |
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... with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in 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 lily's white, Nor praise the deep... 
