 tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die (Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart) Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank...  The Doctor, &c. ... - Strana 124podľa Robert Southey - 1838Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - Počet stránok 504
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | 1831 - Počet stránok 746
...it is pitched. With a short extract from one of the minor poems we conclude our panegyric : " It is and ever was my wish and way, To let all flowers live freely, and all die Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred, in their native place. 1 never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | 1831 - Počet stránok 722
...With a short extract from one of the minor poems we conclude our panegyric : " It is and ever was rr.y wish and way, To let all flowers live freely, and all die Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred, in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - Počet stránok 680
...And nurse and pillow the dull memory, That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart. Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluckt the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1837 - Počet stránok 606
...writer is almost sure to interest— and accordingly these lines will be read with pleasur e: — . , ' And 'tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely and all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. / never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Počet stránok 336
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her hest stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its hank And not... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Počet stránok 348
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - Počet stránok 610
...our minister will be obliged to have another wife. PLM LOVE OF FLOWBK • . AN XXTRiCT. FLOWERS bring me tales of youth and tones of love; And 'tis and...flowers live freely and all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose j the violet's... | |
 | Henry Gardiner Adams - 1844 - Počet stránok 274
...Naiades."— JOHN GRAHAM. Another writer, who has drunk deeply from the well of inspiration, says — " And 'tis, and ever was my wish and way To let all...flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred, in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Počet stránok 558
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...flowers live freely, and all die. Whene'er their genius bid their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
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