 Could time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke...  The Task, Table Talk, and Other Poems: With Critical Observations of Various ... - Strona 387autor: William Cowper - 1856 - Liczba stron: 435Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | William Cowper, Alice Meynell - 1904 - Liczba stron: 440
...restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast...Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? 1 would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. — But no... | |
 | Walter Lorenzo Sheldon - 1904 - Liczba stron: 424
...latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honors to thee as my numbers may. Could these few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring...dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. And now, farewell ! Time, unrevoked, has run His wonted course ; yet what I wished is done. By contemplation's... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - Liczba stron: 538
...playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, — The violet, the pink, the jessamine, — I pricked them into paper with a pin, ( And thou wast happier than myself the while — \Vouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,) — Might one wish bring them, would I wish... | |
 | Mildred Lewis Rutherford - 1906 - Liczba stron: 806
...hours When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers The violet, the pink and jessamine, I picked them into paper with a pin. ( And thou wast happier...delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might. But no 1 what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should 111 requite... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1906 - Liczba stron: 844
...the hours 76 When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin (And thou wast..."Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile); so Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - Liczba stron: 616
...hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jassamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin (And thou wast happier...smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, 80 Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight... | |
 | 1907 - Liczba stron: 372
...hours, When playing with thy vestured tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin — And thou wast happier...stroke my head, and smile, — Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart —... | |
 | Edward Verrall Lucas - 1908 - Liczba stron: 396
...restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flow'rs, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, , (And thou...trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might. — 187 But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be lov'd,... | |
 | Edward Verrall Lucas - 1908 - Liczba stron: 402
...restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flow'rs, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast...trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.— 187 But no — what here we call our life is such So little to be lov'd,... | |
 | D. H. Wever - 1908 - Liczba stron: 656
...restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissu'd flow'rs, The violet the pink, and jessamine, I prick'd them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast...trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might, — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved,... | |
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