 What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with...  Selections from the British Poets - Pagina 1631840Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 pagini
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | 1821 - 724 pagini
...come in awkwardly, I hope, in a talk of fountains and sundials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes. What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pagini
...so, Only that she might laurel grow : And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. olorous, O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, hogs, dens, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 pagini
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands .themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | 1825 - 392 pagini
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, ), Insnar'd with... | |
 | 1825 - 390 pagini
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | 1835 - 432 pagini
...in awkwardly, I hope, in a talk of fountains and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden-scenes : What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with... | |
 | 1835 - 430 pagini
...in awkwardly, I hope, in a talk of fountains and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden-scenes : What wondrous life in this I lead! Ripe apples drop...clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their win:. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 pagini
...talk of fountains, and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes : — What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with... | |
 | 1836 - 436 pagini
...where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life in this I lead I FW Z?ZRS.@/@ and curious peach, Into my hands ihermelves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
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