 He put his acorn helmet on ; It was plumed of the silk of the thistle down : The corslet plate that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest ; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield was...  The Poets of America - Página 36editado por - 1840 - 284 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Frederick Brigham De Berard - 1905 - 330 páginas
...that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest; His cloak of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies; His shield...bestrode his fire-fly steed; He bared his blade of the bent-grass blue; He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed, And away like a glance of thought he flew,... | |
 | Francis Marion Fultz - 1909 - 200 páginas
...that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest; His cloak of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield was the shell of a lady-bug green, Studs of gold on a ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright, Was... | |
 | 1912 - 332 páginas
...plate that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest; His cloak, a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield was the shell of a ladybug green, Studs of gold on a ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright Was the... | |
 | Alice O'Grady, Frances Throop - 1913 - 360 páginas
...mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies; His shield was the shell of a lady-bug green, Studs of gold on a ground of green; And the quivering...bestrode his firefly steed; He bared his blade of the bent-grass blue; He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed, And away like a glance of thought he flew,... | |
 | Mary Edwards Calhoun, Emma Leonora MacAlarney - 1915 - 670 páginas
...that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest ; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield...bestrode his fire-fly steed ; He bared his blade of the bent-grass blue ; He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed, And away like a glance of thought he flew,... | |
 | National Education Association of the United States - 1916 - 1128 páginas
...that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies; His shield...ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandisht bright Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in a fight. We may, therefore, safely include... | |
 | National Education Association of the United States - 1916 - 1130 páginas
...that guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies; His shield...ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandisht bright Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in a fight. We may, therefore, safely include... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster - 1918 - 748 páginas
...that guarded his breast Was once the wild bees golden vest; His cloak', of a thousand mingled dyes, Was formed of the wings of butterflies; His shield...And the quivering lance which he brandished bright, 390 Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight. Swift he bestrode his fire-fly steed; He bared his... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton, Howard Mumford Jones, George Sherburn, Frank Martindale Webster - 1918 - 750 páginas
...queen. Studs of gold on a ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright, 390 Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight. Swift...of the bent grass blue; He drove his spurs of the cockle seed, And away like a glance of thought he flew. To skim the heavens and follow far The fiery... | |
 | William Iler Crane, William Henry Wheeler - 1919 - 456 páginas
...guarded his breast Was once the wild bee's golden vest ; His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, 10 Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; His shield...bright, Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight. is Swift he bestrode his firefly steed ; He bared his blade of the bent grass blue ; He drove his spurs... | |
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