 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1872 - 582 páginas
...peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers I Ml on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And,... | |
 | John Symons - 1872 - 188 páginas
...— Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile, the mind from pleasure less,...other seas ; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. There at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1872 - 562 páginas
...as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. 40 Yet it creates — transcending these — 45 Far other worlds and other seas ; (Annihilating all...sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, 50 Casting the bodie's vest aside, My soul into the houghs does glide : There, like a bird it sits,... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1872 - 564 páginas
...themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. ) 40 / Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws...its happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind Yet it creates—transcending these— 45 Far other worlds and other seas; Annihilating all that's... | |
 | Anthologia Anglica - 1873 - 512 páginas
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings, And,... | |
 | Abraham Holroyd - 1873 - 228 páginas
...themselves do reach ; StumUing on melons as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. 10 Meanwhile thc mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 páginas
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insuared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Tl"-n whets and claps its silver wings, And,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 páginas
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnarvd with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings. Then whets and chips its silver wings, And,... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 470 páginas
...themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile th9 mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness...root, Casting the body's vest aside My soul into the boughs does glide ! There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings, And,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1875 - 618 páginas
...peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I p5ss, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a... 
