 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1873 - 470 pagina’s
...sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride, 1 Sonnet 95. 2 Sonnet 98. 8 Ibid. Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my...roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair : A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had... | |
 | Dawn - 1874 - 340 pagina’s
...immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. HE forward violet thus did I chide : — Sweet thief,...roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair ; A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both, And to his robbery had... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 pagina’s
...this, and this gives life to thee. William Shahespeare. XCII. LOVES PRAISES. NATURE'S THEFT FROM LOVE. THE forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief,...I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair;... | |
 | Floral poesy - 1875 - 360 pagina’s
...light, I'll not o'erlook the modest flower That made the woods of April bright SONNET. SHAKSPEARE. THE forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief,...I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1876 - 430 pagina’s
...* All this sweetness of spring was but her perfume and her shade : " The forward violet thus I did chide : ' Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy...roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair : A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 pagina’s
...feet, My soule I 'll pour into thee ! ROBERT HERRICJC THE FORWARD VIOLET THUS DID I CHIDE. SONNET. THE forward violet thus did I chide : — Sweet thief,...I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 840 pagina’s
...after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I ghty angels plac'd !) Their arms away they (hrew,...Heaven Of pleasure situate in hill and dale.) Light as dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 pagina’s
...feet, My soule I '11 pour into thee ! ROBERT II) km >. THE FORWARD VIOLET THUS DID I CHIDE. SONNET. THE forward violet thus did I chide : — Sweet thief,...love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily 1 condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1877 - 472 pagina’s
...sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath 1 The purple pride, 1 Sonnet 95. 3 Sonnet 98. 1 Ibi-f. Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my...roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair : A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1878 - 380 pagina’s
...after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX. The forward violet thus...dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of majoram had stol'n thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another... | |
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The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. 
