 How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the rustic garden-god ; How sweet beneath the chestnut's shade With you to weave a basket-braid ; To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy-twinkling fingers flee ; To woo you in soft woodland words,...  Old-world Idylls– And Other Verses - 175 psl.autoriai: Austin Dobson - 1885 - 245 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1875 - 822 psl.
...not dead, — Not wholly dead ! — Autonoë ! How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe some rustic garden-god; How sweet beneath the chestnut's...basket-braid ; To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy twinkling fingers flee ; To woo you in soft woodland words, With woodland pipe, Autonoë ! In... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1877 - 264 psl.
...airs that blow from down and sea ; You wake in me a Pan not dead, — Not wholly dead ! — Autonoe ! How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the rustic garden-god ; How sweet beneath the chesnut's shade With you to weave a basket-braid ; To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy-twinkling... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1877 - 290 psl.
...sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the rustic garden-god; How sweet beneath the chesnut's shade With you to weave a basket-braid ; To watch...stricken chords Your rosy-twinkling fingers flee; Or woo you in soft woodland words, In vain,—in vain ! The years divide : Where Thamis rolls a murky... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1878 - 236 psl.
...airs that blow from down and sea ; You wake in me a Pan not dead, — Not wholly dead ! — Autonoe ! How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the...fingers flee ; To woo you in soft woodland words, In vain, — in vain ! The years divide : Where Thamis rolls a murky tide, I sit and fill my painful... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1884 - 274 psl.
...airs that blow from down and sea ; You wake in me a Pan not dead, — Not wholly dead ! — Autonoe 1 How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the...chestnut's shade With you to weave a basket-braid ; N To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy-twinkling fingers flee ; To woo you in soft woodland... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1885 - 270 psl.
...airs that blow from down and sea ; You wake in me a Pan not dead,— Not wholly dead !—Autonoe ! How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the...soft woodland words, With woodland pipe, Autonoe ! In vain,—in vain I The years divide : Where Thamis rolls a murky tide, I sit and fill my painful reams,... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1895 - 320 psl.
...airs that blow from down and sea ; You wake in me a Pan not dead, — Not wholly dead ! — Autonoe ! How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the...soft woodland words, With woodland pipe, Autonoe' 1 In vain, — in vain 1 The years divide : Where Thamis rolls a murky tide, I sit and fill my painful... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 440 psl.
...airs that blow from down and sea; You wake in me a Pan not dead, — Not wholly dead ! — Autonoë ! How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the...woo you in soft woodland words, With woodland pipe, Autonoë ! In vain, — in vain ! The years divide : Where Thamis rolls a murky tide, I sit and fill... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 802 psl.
...airs that blow from down aud sea ; Yon wake in me a Fan not dead, — Not wholly dead 1 — Autouoe 1 How sweet with you on some green sod To wreathe the...you to weave a basket-braid ; To watch across the strivkeu chords Your rosy-twinkling fingers Hee ; To woo you in soft woodland words, With woodland... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 810 psl.
...down and sea; You wake in me a Pan not dead, — Not wholly dead ! — Autonoe t How sweet with yon on some green sod To wreathe the rustic garden-god...weave a basket-braid ; To watch across the stricken chorda Your rosy-twinkling fingers flee ; To woo you iu soft woodland words, With woodland pipe, Autonoe... | |
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