 Lo ! while your buds prepare to blow, On icy pinions comes the blast, And nips your root, and lays you low. 'Alas, for such ungentle doom ! But I will shield you; and supply A kindlier soil on which to bloom, A nobler bed on which to die.  The Baviad, and Maeviad - Strana 114podľa William Gifford - 1797 - Počet stránok 145Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Sabine Baring-Gould - 1926 - Počet stránok 456
...he often alluded in his poems, as Anna. In an ode to a tuft of violets we find the following : — Come then — ere yet the morning ray Has drunk the dew that gems your crest, And drawn your balmiest sweets away ; 0 come and grace my Anna's breast. O ! I should think—... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1928 - Počet stránok 374
...and lays you low. ' Alas, for such ungentle doom ! But I will shield you ; and supply A kindlier soil on which to bloom, A nobler bed on which to die. 'Come...yet the morning ray Has drunk the dew that gems your crest. And drawn your balmiest sweets away ; O come and grace my Anna's breast. 1 Ye droop, fond flowers... | |
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