 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...  Notes and Queries - Strona 1801909Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - Liczba stron: 504
...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...Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of gold. 1 saw the light that made the glossy leaves More glossy ; the... | |
 | 1831 - Liczba stron: 722
...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, And not reproached me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - Liczba stron: 680
...Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart. Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluckt the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor... | |
 | 1837 - Liczba stron: 612
...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...my breath upon its bank, And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.'... | |
 | 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 - Liczba stron: 606
...all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. / never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...my breath upon its bank, And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.'... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Liczba stron: 348
...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...my breath upon its bank And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of gold.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - Liczba stron: 336
...all die, Whene'er their genius hids 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 hank And not reproacht me . the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath hetween my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Liczba stron: 558
...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 head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproach'd me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor... | |
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