 | 1835 - 430 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...clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their win:. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 стор.
...sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet, garden scenes : — • -, What wondrous life Is this I lead ! Bipe 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... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 стор.
...talk of fountains, and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes : — What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The...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... | |
 | 1836 - 436 стор.
...where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life in this I lead I FW Z?ZRS.@/@ and curious peach, Into my hands ihermelves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1838 - 486 стор.
...talk of fountains and sun dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes. " What wondrous life is (his I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crash their wine. The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 стор.
...talk of fountains, and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes : — What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. The...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 стор.
...beauties her exceed ! Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. W'hat 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... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1844 - 584 стор.
...the plants will grow ; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. " What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The...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... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1845 - 396 стор.
...talk of fountains and sun-dials. He is speaking of sweet garden scenes : — What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head. •...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... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 стор.
...Fair trees ! where'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found. What wond'rous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The...Upon my mouth do crush their wine. The nectarine, and envious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insuared 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... 
