 When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph,...  Sunday readings (verses). - Page 203de Sunday readings - 1867Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 360 pages
...hither makes his best retreat: The gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race : Apollo hunted Daphne so Only that she might laurel...but for a reed. What wondrous life is this I lead I Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine... | |
 | 1869 - 444 pages
...these trees their mistress' name : Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name...but for a reed. What wondrous life is this I lead I Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 220 pages
...makes his best retreat. The gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apolio hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow...after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. tN ij What wond'rous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of... | |
 | Susan Bogert Warner - 1870 - 666 pages
...finishing his poem aloud for the benefit of the company. . " « What wondrous life is this I lead 1 Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, the curious peach. Into my hands themselves do reach. Btumbling on melons as I pass, JCnsnar'd with... | |
 | Barry Gray - 1871 - 376 pages
...gardens and vineyards, and it was Andrew Marvell, I think, who wrote, — ' What wondrous life is this to lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine • Upon my mouth do crush to wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach.' Milton, knowing the wandering... | |
 | 1871 - 850 pages
...eyes, who looks the very impersonation of tranquil rustic happiness), then through a large orchard: What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; — the branches weighed down with ruddy and with golden fruitage, and plentiful mellow waifs lying scattered... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1872 - 564 pages
...Still in a tree did end their race; Apollo hunted Daphne so, fTnly that she miglittaiirel grow ; 30 And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but...about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine \ 35 Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The neetaren and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do... | |
 | John Symons - 1872 - 188 pages
...beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and envious peach — Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1872 - 582 pages
...hither makes his best retreat. The gods, who mortal beanty chase, Still in a tree did end their race. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel...Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph but for a seed. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, the curious... | |
 | 1876 - 612 pages
...the same glory, or who shall be able some time to say, with the delicious quaintness of Marvell — " What wondrous life is this I lead ? Ripe apples drop about my head ' FOUR GREAT SONG-COMPOSERS: SCHUBERT, SCHUMANN, FRANZ, AND LISZT. BY GEORGE T. FERRIS. TT EINRICH... | |
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