 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...  Walter Savage Landor : B a Biography - 7 psl.autoriai: John Forster - 1895 - 560 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1831 - 722 psl.
...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...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 lost one grain of gold."... | |
 | 1837 - 612 psl.
...almost sure to interest — and accordingly these lines will be read with pleasure: — ' And 'tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live...Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank, And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor... | |
 | 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 psl.
...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 with my breath upon its bank, And not reproacht me ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 psl.
...would let drop without them her best stores. They bring me tales of youth and tones of love, And 'tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live...head Hath shaken with 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 psl.
...and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their genius hids their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native...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,... | |
 | Henry Gardiner Adams - 1844 - 274 psl.
...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...never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken witb my breath upon its bank And not reproached me ; the ever sacred cup Of ttie pure lily hath between... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 psl.
...and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die. Whene'er their genius bid their souls depart, Among their kindred in their native...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... | |
 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1845 - 420 psl.
...my wifh and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die, Whene'er their Genius bids their fouls depart, Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rofe ; the violet's head Hath fhaken with my breath upon its bank, And not reproach'd me ; the ever... | |
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