 | John Cunningham Geikie - 1878 - 232 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie ; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find...the flaxen lilies' shade It like a bank of lilies laid.1 Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed : And then to me 'twould boldly... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should sic mute. Then, when the gale is sighing, And when...are lost in woes, Whose cup of grief runs o'er. HENR even seemed to bleed ; fiAnd then to me Ч would boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. Hut... | |
 | 1880 - 296 páginas
...the year It love"d only to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should3 lie, Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it,...the flaxen lilies' shade It like a bank of lilies laid.4 Upon the roses it would feed . Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed, And then to me 'twould boldly... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1880 - 842 páginas
...the year It loved only to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie ; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find...although before mine eyes; For in the flaxen lilies' ;-hade, It like a hank of lilies laid, "Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips even seemed to... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 páginas
...the year It loved only to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft. where it should d outbraves his * weeds. WILLIAM ЗПЛКЕЗГЕЛКК....old, as I find I go down, Let this be my fate : in hands Upon the rosee it would feed, Until its lips ev'n seem'd to bleed ; And then to me 'twould boldly... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1883 - 544 páginas
...of the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft where it should lie, Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it,...laid ; Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips even seemed to bleed ; And then to me 't would boldly trip. And print those roses on my lip. But all... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1883 - 602 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie, Yet could not, till itself would rise • Find...laid ; Upon the roses it would feed Until its lips even seemed to bleed, And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip ; But all... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1885 - 344 páginas
...For it was nimbler much than hinds, and trod as if on the four winds. soiiglit it oft where it should lie ; yet could not, till itself would rise, find...laid. Upon the roses it would feed, until its lips ev'n seemed to bleed ; and then to me 'twould boldly trip, and print those roses on my lip. But all... | |
 | 1890 - 470 páginas
...year It only love"d to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should He ; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although...Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed : And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its... | |
 | Andrew Lang - 1891 - 816 páginas
...the year It only loved to be there. Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie ; Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find...Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed; And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief... | |
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For, in the flaxen lilies' shade It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed; And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself... 
