 | John Dryden, John Milton, William D'Avenant - 1716 - 418 páginas
...grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious Solirude. HL No whire nor red was ever feen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond Lovers, cruel as their Flame, Cut in thefe Trees their Miftrefs' Niune. Lirtle, Alas, they know, or heed, How far thefe Beauries hers exceed!... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...white, nor red was ever seen So am' rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cot hought he measur'd all his store, His geese, his hogs, he number'd o'er; In fancy w beautys her exceed ! Fair trees 1 where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 páginas
...white, nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, eruel as their flame, I'ut w w b beautys her exeeed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.... | |
 | 1836 - 436 páginas
...No white nor red was ever seen So 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
...grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their...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
...grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous the What wond'rous life in this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 páginas
...rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rotis as this lovely green. Kond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their...barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life in this 1 lead! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 páginas
...this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lover», cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress'...barks I wound. No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life in this 1 lead! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 páginas
...here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white, nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely...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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 páginas
...is all but rude To this delicious solitude. THE GARDEN. 39 No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their...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... | |
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So 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 hers exceed! 
