 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - Страниц: 318
...band." But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And withered in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my...fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flow'rs! sweetly your time ye spent; Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament; And after death, for... | |
 | John Armstrong (Physician & Poet.) - 1880 - Страниц: 692
...band. But time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my...flowers, sweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament, And after death for cures. I follow straight without complaints or grief,... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1880 - Страниц: 474
...band. But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my...did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my minde to smell my fatall day, Yet sugaring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flowers ; sweetly your time... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - Страниц: 1124
...band." But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And withered s buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge'; and the...now sliinu Conspicuous, and in bright apparel cla minde to smell my fatall day, Yet sug'ring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flowers ! sweetly your time... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - Страниц: 1138
...time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in mv red, and an echo murmured back the word " Lenore!"...all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard lived, for smell or ornament. And after death for cures. I follow straight without complaints or grief,... | |
 | George Herbert - 1881 - Страниц: 604
...band. But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And withered in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my...to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion. A nosegay or garland. Farewell, dear flowers, sweetly your time ye spent, Fit, while ye lived, for... | |
 | Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1880 - Страниц: 1108
...withered in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then myhe:rt; I took, without more thinking, in pood o lived, for smell or ornament ; Anrl, after death, for cures. I follow straight without compl :ir.ts... | |
 | English poets - 1889 - Страниц: 596
...baud. But Time did becken to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither' d in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my...did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my minde to smell my fatall day, Yet sugring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flowers, sweetly your tune... | |
 | Holy thoughts - 1882 - Страниц: 744
..." But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my...flowers ! sweetly your time ye spent ; Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament, And, after death, for cures : I follow straight, without complaints or... | |
 | Anna Buckland - 1882 - Страниц: 548
...band. But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And withered in my hand. " My hand was next to them, and then my...suspicion. " Farewell, dear Flowers, sweetly your time ye spend, Fit while ye lived for smell or ornament, And after death for cures. I follow straight without... | |
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But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's... 
