 | John Milton - 1873 - 422 стор.
...had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpit of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flours, That never will in other Climate grow, My early vifitation, and my laft At Eev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft op'ning bud, and gave ye Names, Who now mall... | |
 | John Milton - 1874 - 758 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods \ where I had hope to spend Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | John Milton, Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 608 стор.
...270 Fit haunt of Gods, where I had hope to spend Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both ? O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | Dawn - 1874 - 340 стор.
...hope to spend, o THE EXPULSION FROM PARADISE. Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | Thomas Edie Hill - 1876 - 360 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods? where I had hoped to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O, flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first spring bud, and gave... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1876 - 486 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods, where I had hoped to spend Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both ? O flowers ! That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | Mrs. G. H. Taylor - 1877 - 144 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods ! where I had hoped to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up, with tender hand, From the first opening bud, and... | |
 | William T. Dobson - 1879 - 458 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | Thomas Edie Hill - 1879 - 398 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods? where I had hoped to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O, flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first spring bud, and gave... | |
 | 1881 - 578 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods? Where I had hope to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must sura non sit;" they be two things, unity and uniformity. The other is, when the visitation and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
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I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers That never will in other climate grow... 
