 The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields : A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon...  Poems - Стр. 128авторы: Sir Henry Wotton - 1815 - Страниц: 136Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1841 - Страниц: 178
...spring, but Sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe— in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | Gift - 1846 - Страниц: 268
...spring, but Sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten In folly ripe — in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - Страниц: 712
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, * cj> V h]` {z Ch ` k B m - {.{ G ' / e I[5 ! R Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 726
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 760
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, ke. We have strict * sleep; Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave. Tha Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs ; All these in me no means can move... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - Страниц: 484
...spring, but sorrow's full. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - Страниц: 596
...spring, bnt sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy eap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. 1 Parts of the seeond and third stanzas of this song are qnoted in the Merry Wives of Windsor, Aet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - Страниц: 446
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy Hrtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - Страниц: 458
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kittle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - Страниц: 602
...spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten. In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs; All these in me no means can move... | |
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