 | William Baxter - 1839 - 340 Seiten
...(see Curt. Brit. Entomol. vol. i. folio 3). " Summer! delicious Summer ! thou dost fling Thy uubought treasures o'er the glorious earth ! Music is in thy...not, and in thy breath Are all the perfumes of Arabia ! Thou wilt not frown, tho' I have pluck'd unseen One little blossom from thy golden hair." HG BELL.... | |
 | William Baxter - 1839 - 336 Seiten
...Macroglossa stellatarum, are said to feed on this plant, (see Curt. Brit. Entomol. vol. i. folio 3). " Summer! delicious Summer ! thou dost fling Thy unbought...o'er the glorious earth ! Music is in thy step, and ¡n thine eye A flood of sunshine ! on thy brow is wreathed Garlands that wither not, and in thy breath... | |
 | Robert Holden Webb, William Higgins Coleman - 1849 - 462 Seiten
...in the class Didynamia, where the English botanist would expect to find it. ORDER— LENTIBULA'RLE. Summer! delicious Summer! thou dost fling Thy unbought treasures o'er the glorious earth t Music is in thy step, and in thine eye A flood of sunshine 1 on thy brow are wreathed Garlands that... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 Seiten
...brooks nave songs to bless thy reign — They leap in music 'midst thy bright domain. Willis G. Clark. Summer! delicious Summer! thou dost fling Thy unbought...and in thy breath Are all the perfumes of Arabia! Thou wilt not frown, tho' I have pluck'd unseen One little blossom from thy golden hair. — HG Bell.... | |
 | 1853 - 358 Seiten
...time and tide, In the unchanging summer of the heart. Summer ! delicious summer ! thou dost fling The unbought treasures o'er the glorious earth ! Music...and in thine eye A flood of sunshine ! on thy brow are wreathed Garlands that wither not, and in thy breath Are all the perfumes of Arabia ! Thou wilt... | |
 | John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 394 Seiten
...— EURIPIDES. " Summer ! delicious Summer ! thon dost fling Thy unbought treasures o'er the glowing earth ! Music is in thy step, and in thine eye A flood of suushine ! on thy brow is wreathed Garlands that wither not, and in thy breath Are all the perfumes... | |
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Summer ! delicious summer ! thou dost fling Thy unbought treasures o'er the glorious earth ! Music is in thy step, and in thine eye A flood of sunshine ! on thy brow is wreathed Garlands that wither not, and in thy breath Are all the perfumes of Arabia... 