 In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in...  Days and Hours in a Garden - Стр. 5авторы: Eleanor Vere Boyle - 1884 - Страниц: 204Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - Страниц: 392
...but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - Страниц: 388
...rude To this delicious solitude. < No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 390
...but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 392
...but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - Страниц: 264
...but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - Страниц: 712
...but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. An Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - Страниц: 712
...rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rotis as this lovely green. Kond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - Страниц: 592
...but rude To this delicious solitude. No white, nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas 1 they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed! Fair trees! where'er your backs... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - Страниц: 356
...delicious solitude. THE GARDEN. 39 No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees, where'er your barks... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1857 - Страниц: 408
...rude To this delicious solitude. IS'o white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name : Little, alas .' they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your... | |
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