 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 páginas
...these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beautys her exeeed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name...makes his best retreat. The Gods, who mortal beauty ehase, Still in a tree did end their raee. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow... | |
 | 1836 - 436 páginas
...am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their llaine. Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed I Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 páginas
...am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these...barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 páginas
...am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' the whole, admirable both for style and accuracy ;...1558. throujihou^vcry closely followed it. To use What wond'rous life in this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 páginas
...lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas 1 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 ran our passion's heat, Love hither... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 páginas
...am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed How far these...barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. j 'l When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The gods, who mortal... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 páginas
...amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas! 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 run our passion's heat, Love hither... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 420 páginas
...green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name : Little, alas I they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed...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... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1860 - 370 páginas
...amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these...barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. 4 What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the... | |
 | 1890 - 366 páginas
...amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name : Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees 1 where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. When we have run our passion's... | |
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When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph,... 
