Alas ! she strayed too long ! Sometimes she bent, and kissed them : Sometimes her hands caressed them : And sometimes, one by one, She gathered them, and tenderly enclosed them in her zone. Lay upon your lips your fingers — Ceres comes, and full of... The History of Rossall School - الصفحة 406بواسطة John Frederick Rowbotham - 1901 - عدد الصفحات: 469عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| Aubrey De Vere - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 334
...Amid the tall flowers straying — Alas ! she strayed too long ! Sometimes she bent, and kissed them : Sometimes her hands caressed them : And sometimes,...By the green scarf arching o'er her ; By her mantle yellow-pale ; By those blue weeds bent before her, Bent as in a gale ; Well I know her — hush, descend... | |
| Aubrey De Vere - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 330
...tenderly enclosed them in her zone. Lay upon your lips your fingers — Ceres comes, and full of woe : I Sad she comes, and often lingers — Well that grief...By the green scarf arching o'er her ; By her mantle yellow-pale ; By those blue weeds bent before her, Bent as in a gale ; Well I know her — hush, descend... | |
| Aubrey De Vere - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 328
...Sad she comes, and often lingers— Well that grief divine I know. Lay upon your lips your fingeis— Crush not as you run, the grass: Let the little bells of glass On the fountain Winking Burst, but ring not till she pass— Down! in silence sinking! By the green scarf arching o'er... | |
| Aubrey De Vere - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 438
...your fingers — Ceres comes, and full of woe; Sad she comes, and often lingers : Crush not, as yon run, the grass ; Let the little bells of glass On...By the green scarf arching o'er her, By her mantle yellow-pale, By those blue weeds bent before her, Bent as in. a gale, Well I know her — hush, descend... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1918 - عدد الصفحات: 694
...among; Amid the tall flowers straying. Alas! she strayed too long! Sometimes she bent and kissed them, Sometimes her hands caressed them, And sometimes,...By the green scarf arching o'er her, By her mantle yellow-pale, By those blue weeds bent before her, Bent as in a gale, Well I know her — hush, descend... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1918 - عدد الصفحات: 692
...lingers: Well that grief divine I know: Lay upon your lips your fingers; Crush not, as you run, (he grass; Let the little bells of glass On the fountain...By the green scarf arching o'er her, By her mantle yellow-pale, By those blue weeds bent before her, Bent as in a gale, Well I know her — hush, descend... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1918 - عدد الصفحات: 696
...among; Amid the tall flowers straying. Alas! she strayed too long! Sometimes she bent and kissed them, Sometimes her hands caressed them, And sometimes,...By the green scarf arching o'er her, By her mantle yellow-pale, By those blue weeds bent before her, Bent as in a gale, Well I know her — hush, descend... | |
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