 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 หน้า
...in hue, Cou'd make me any summer's story tell; Or from their proud lap pluck them where they 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, Prawn after you, you pattern of all those : Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 หน้า
...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 lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 หน้า
...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 lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; Hey were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet xem'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 หน้า
...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 lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those : Yet seem'd it winter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 หน้า
...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 lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 หน้า
...grew: Nor did I wonder at the lily's 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." And I am scarcely less persuaded that a third cluster, of nine, had the same source. These, too, are... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 หน้า
...pluck them, where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of...or if a less valuable, not less indispensable mark will the imagery supply, when, with more than the power of the painter, the poet gives us the liveliest... | |
 | 1817 - 494 หน้า
...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 lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 หน้า
...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 lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were, tho' sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern... | |
 | 1818 - 502 หน้า
...me any summer's story tell, •r from their proud lap pluck them where they frew : Jtor did 1 wonuer at the lilies white. Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They woe but tweet, but figures of delight, JDrawB after you, you pattern of all those. Tet ..,,,,.,', it... | |
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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... 
