| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 Seiten
...autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned, Since first I saw you fresh which yet are green. Ah...figure, and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue, which methiuks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived. For fear of which, hear this,... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 Seiten
...In process of the seasons have I seen. Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned. Since first 1 saw you fresh which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty,...figure, and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue, which methiiiks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived. For fear of which, hear this,... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 Seiten
...antumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three bet .Jinies burned, Since first I saw you fresh which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beanty, like a dialhand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks... | |
| Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 840 Seiten
...In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first! heart, of this large privilege ; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. xcn. Some perceiv'd ; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd.... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1876 - 740 Seiten
...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ! . What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1878 - 408 Seiten
...summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,...which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd ; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1980 - 172 Seiten
...autumn turned In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth... | |
| Gerald Monsman - 1984 - 182 Seiten
...movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep! 'Ah! yet doeth beauty like a dialhand/ Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived!'" (2:83). Time may be in the child's garden, but its movement is not felt or apprehended. But what happens... | |
| 460 Seiten
...autumn turned In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth... | |
| Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 Seiten
...three summer's pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumns tum'd In process of the seasons have I I.itth Boy Blue 18 Little Boy Blue, Come blow your...a haycock Fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd! So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth... | |
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