 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 Seiten
...bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose teeth crack 'em ; Deign, oh ! fairest fair, to take 'em ! For these black-eyed Dryope... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 580 Seiten
...hand To receive whate'er this land her fertile womb doth send her choice fruits ; and but lend lief to that the satyr tells : Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, •"ever better nor more true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood •*s the learned poet's good ; "vveeter... | |
 | 1852 - 960 Seiten
...(iloviii reicht, an i hi of ti t nur siMv.\il: Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus: nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them. (1, 1, Zarlec 1, p. 264.) »fll. Biro.il Ccloa. 2 (ÏÇecftit 3):... | |
 | 1853 - 560 Seiten
...bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more browu Than the squirrels' teeth that crack them ; Deign, oh, fairest fair, to take them. For these... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 290 Seiten
...bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Xight'a Dream in the beginning and ending of this soliloquy. The passage is in the speech of the Fairy... | |
 | Francis Beaumont - 1854 - 976 Seiten
...bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whaer'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Г Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them ; Deign, О fairest fair, to take them ! * 1 Thraugk yon... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1854 - 572 Seiten
...my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land Prom her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but lend Belief to that the Satyr teUs, Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never better, nor more true. Here... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher, Leigh Hunt - 1855 - 412 Seiten
...bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits...true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good ; Sweeter yet did never crown .. The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown ' Than the squirrel's... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher, Leigh Hunt - 1855 - 444 Seiten
...day ne'er grew ; Never better nor more true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good ; Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them ; Deign, O fairest fair, to take them. For these black-eyed Driope... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1857 - 468 Seiten
...bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits:...yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more orown Than the squirrels teeth that crack them : Deign, O fairest fair, to take them : For these, black-eyed... | |
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Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them... 
