 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...  The Doctor, &c. ... - الصفحة 124بواسطة Robert Southey - 1838عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Walter Savage Landor - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 504
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...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... | |
 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 746
...it is pitched. With a short extract from one of the minor poems we conclude our panegyric : " It is 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. 1 never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 722
...With a short extract from one of the minor poems we conclude our panegyric : " It is and ever was rr.y 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 680
...And nurse and pillow the dull memory, That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their genius bids their souls depart. Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluckt the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | 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 - عدد الصفحات: 606
...writer is almost sure to interest— and accordingly these lines will be read with pleasur e: — . , ' And '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. / never pluck the rose ; the violet's... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her hest stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...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... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 610
...our minister will be obliged to have another wife. PLM LOVE OF FLOWBK • . AN XXTRiCT. FLOWERS bring me tales of youth and tones of love; And 'tis and...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 j the violet's... | |
 | Henry Gardiner Adams - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 274
...Naiades."— JOHN GRAHAM. Another writer, who has drunk deeply from the well of inspiration, says — " And '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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 558
...thoughts, And nurse and pillow the dull memory That would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and...flowers live freely, 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... | |
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