 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 стор.
...Than dull weak mortality Dare vrith misty eyes behold, And live : therefore on this mold Lowly do I bend my knee • • In worship of thy deity. Deign...it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this laud From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits : and but lend , Belief to that the Satyr... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 712 стор.
..."*"'*• By that heav'nly form ot thine, Brightest fair, thou art divine, Sprung from great immortal rac« Of the gods; for in thy face Shines more awful majesty,...deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whale' er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but lend Belief to that... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 502 стор.
...Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold, And live : therefore on this mold Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess,...by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Hever better, nor more true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, . Sweeter... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 508 стор.
...Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold, And live : therefore on this mold Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this laud From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits : and but lend ' Belief to that the Satyr... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1835 - 802 стор.
...Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold, And live : therefore on this mold Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess,...fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits : and but leno Belief to that the Satyr tells, Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1836 - 428 стор.
...Than dull, weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold And live! Therefore on this mould Slowly do I bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my band To receive wbate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1837 - 366 стор.
...Than dull, weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold And live ! Therefore on this mould Slowly do I bend my knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess,...true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good ; Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1843 - 592 стор.
...Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold, And live : therefore on this mould Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whatever this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but lend Belief to that... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1844 - 322 стор.
...Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold, And live : therefore on this mold Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess,...true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The heaa of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrels teeth... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 стор.
...Than dull weak mortality Dare with misty eyes behold, And live : therefore on this mould Lowly do I poet's good, Sweeter vet did never crown The hea<\ of Bacchus ¡ nuts more brown Than the squirrel... | |
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Lowly do I bend my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but lend Belief to that the Satyr tells, Fairer by the famous wells To this present... 
