 tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die (Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart) Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank...  Great Men at Play - Side 297af Thomas Firminger Thiselton Dyer - 1889Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - 504 sider
...all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...my breath upon its bank And not reproacht me ; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of gold.... | |
 | 1831 - 722 sider
...all die Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred, in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank, And not reproached me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 680 sider
...Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart. Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluckt the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor... | |
 | 1837 - 612 sider
...all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.' The polished trifle that follows shall conclude our quotations.... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1837 - 606 sider
...all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. / never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.' The polished trifle that follows shall conclude our quotations.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 sider
...all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken...hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of gold. I saw the light that made the glossy leaves More glossy ; the fair arm, the fairer cheek Warmed by... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sider
...all die, Whene'er their genius hids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its hank And not reproacht me . the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath hetween my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 sider
...and all die. Whene'er their genius bid their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproach'd me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor... | |
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