 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 стор.
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | 1821 - 724 стор.
...come in awkwardly, I hope, in a talk of fountains and sundials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes. What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 стор.
...so, Only that she might laurel grow : And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. olorous, O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, hogs, dens, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Mean while the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its... | |
 | 1824 - 514 стор.
...month, above all others, we are led to exclaim with old MARVEL: What wondrous life is this I lead ! Kipe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of...vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 стор.
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands .themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | 1825 - 390 стор.
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | 1825 - 392 стор.
...so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a reed. What wond'rous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, ), Insnar'd with... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 стор.
...so, Only that she might laurel grow : And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed. Thomas Tegg luseious elusters of the vine I'pon ray mouth do erush their wine. The neetarine, the eurious peaeh,... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 828 стор.
...field. tíiltan. Aabces Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In dusters. Id. Paradise Latí. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine. Manea. There with their clasping feet together clung. And a long cluster from the laurel hung. Dry... | |
 | 1835 - 432 стор.
...in awkwardly, I hope, in a talk of fountains and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden-scenes : What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with... | |
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What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with... 
