 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 Seiten
...plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 Seiten
...plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. < No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | 1825 - 390 Seiten
...plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | 1825 - 392 Seiten
...plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 Seiten
...plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen gold; these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 Seiten
...plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 Seiten
...plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 Seiten
...grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white, nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas 1 they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed!... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 Seiten
...grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. THE GARDEN. 39 No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties her exceed... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 408 Seiten
...grow ; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. IS'o white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name : Little, alas .' they know or heed, How far these beauties her exceed... | |
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In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in... 
