 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 680 psl.
...that know not what they want ; Under a wall, beneath an orange tree Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above,...was gazing a few paces off. At what they seem'd to shew me with their nods, Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid came down... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 psl.
...that know not what they want ; Under a wall, heneath an orange-tree Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods. Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 psl.
...that know not what they want ; Under a wall, beneath an orange-tree Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods. Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 psl.
...lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods, Their frequent whispers...their pointing shoots, A gentle maid came down the garden steps. And gathered the pure treasure in her lap. I heard the branches rustle, and slept forth... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 psl.
...that know not what they want : Under a wall, beneath an orange-tree, Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods, Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 psl.
...that know not what they want : Under a wall, beneath an orange-tree, Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods, Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 psl.
...that know not what they want ; Under a wall, beneath an orange-tree Whose tallest flowera could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid... | |
 | 1853 - 560 psl.
...that know not what they want, Aside a wall, beneath an orange tree, Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole, right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods, Their frequent whispers and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid... | |
 | 1856 - 754 psl.
...that know not what they want ; Under a wall, beneath an orange - tree Whose tallest flowers could tell the lowlier ones Of sights in Fiesole right up above, While I was gazing a few paces off At what they seemed to show me with their nods, Their frequent whispers, and their pointing shoots, A gentle maid... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1859 - 420 psl.
...could tell the lowlier ones While I was gazing a few paces off Of sights in Fiesole, right up above, At what they seem'd to show me with their nods, Their...their pointing shoots, A gentle maid came down the garden steps And gather'd the pure treasure in her lap ; I heard the branches rustle, and slept forth... | |
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... precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires, And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night... 
