 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 508 sider
...you through and through. — Now, my fair'st friend, I would, I had some flowers o' the spring, thai might Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,...with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes ; Or Cj'therea's breath ; pale primroses , That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 658 sider
...Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing. Per. Out alas ! You 'd be so lean that blasts of January Would blow you through...Proserpina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's wagon ! — daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 490 sider
...day ; and your's, and your's, That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maiden-heads growing : 0 Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted, thou...with beauty : violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 726 sider
...! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. — Now, my fair'st posed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Good then ; of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 760 sider
...! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through. — Now, my fair'st last gasp with truth and loyalty. From seventeen...more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek and take The winds of March with beauly ; violets dim, Hut sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 536 sider
...day ; and yours, and yours ; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing : — 0 Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou...with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes *, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 574 sider
...You are very welcome. Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, And only live by gazing. v Per. Out, alas ! You'd be so lean, that blasts of...flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets,... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1848 - 266 sider
...pensive head, (Imagination) And every flower that sad embroidery wears." (Mixed) Then hear Perdita :— "O, Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted...with beauty. Violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 576 sider
...mints, savory marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises weeping ; 1 these are flowers Of middle summer, and, I think,...flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 606 sider
...Per. Out, alas! You'd be so lean, that blasts of January Would blow you through and through.—Now, my fairest friend, I would I had some flowers o' the...wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing.—O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils,... | |
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I had some flowers o' the spring, that might Become your time of day ; and yours, and yours ; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing. O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's* waggon ! daffodils,... 
