 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
 | Edward Arber - 1899 - 338 pages
...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...about my head! The luscious clusters of the vine, Unto my mouth do crush their wine! The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach!... | |
 | 1899 - 816 pages
...The gods, who mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race; Apollo hunted Daphne so, 30 Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after...life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; 35 The luscious clusters of a vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 pages
...Still in a tree did end their race: Apollo hunted Daphne so Only that she might laurel grow; And I'an fy green The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1901 - 532 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 a vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine... | |
 | Fitz Roy Carrington - 1903 - 166 pages
...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...of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The neftarine and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared... | |
 | Thomas Seccombe - 1903 - 396 pages
...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...after SYRINX speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. V. What wondrous life is this, I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ! The luscious clusters of the... | |
 | Robert Naylor Whiteford - 1903 - 464 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...after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed." HOW DO I LOVE THEE ? (Sonnets from the Portuguese) XLIII. How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.... | |
 | 1903 - 404 pages
...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, Net as a nymph, but for a reed. v. What wondrous life is this, I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head... | |
 | Elizabeth Godfrey - 1903 - 416 pages
...with roses overgrown And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.1 or again : — What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; 1 'The Fawn.' The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1904 - 460 pages
...hope, in a talk of fountains 15 and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes : What wonderous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head....clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine. 20 The nectarine, and .curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I... | |
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