 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 pages
...different flowers in odour and in hue, Cou'd make me any lummer's ftory tell ; Or from their-proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor-praile the .deep veimillioa in the rofe ;_ They were but fweet, but figures of delight,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1766 - 620 pages
...birds, nor the fweet fmell Of different flowers in odor and in hew, Could make me any fummers flory tell : Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lillies white, Nor praife the deepe vermillion in the rofe, They weare but fweet, but figures of delight... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pages
...birds, nor the fvveet fmell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Cou'd make me any fummer's flory tell ; Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praife the deep vennillicn in the rofe ; They were but fweet, but figures of delight,... | |
 | Books - 1780 - 592 pages
...the Tweet fmell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could i;, ;ik<- r»« any fuminer's ftory tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praife the deep rermillion in the rofe ; They were but fiveet, but figures of delight... | |
 | SEVERAL HANDS. - 1780 - 586 pages
...the original thought fcems t» have been borrowed) : 4 Yet not the lays of birds, nor the fweet fmell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any fummer's Логу tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 582 pages
...be summer news, Smile to't before : ] So, in our author's 98th Sonnet : " Yet not the lays of birBs, nor the sweet smell " Of different flowers in odour...in hue, " Could make me any summer's story tell." MAI.ONE. 303. drug-damn'd ] This is another allusion to Italian poisons. JOHNSON. That drug-damn'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 pages
...thing6; _ That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds7, nor the fweet fmell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any fummer's ilory tell* , Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew » i Nor did I wonder at... | |
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Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell... 
