 | William Hone - 1832 - Страниц: 874
...a thousand Bowers, And he, from whose heart swert May Hath banish'd care, finds many a joy j And I, too, would be gay, Were the load of pining care away...mead, And May with all its light, Compar'd with the rose» arc pale indeed. Which my lady bears ; and bright My eye» will shine as they meet my sight... | |
 | William Hone - 1841 - Страниц: 840
...thousand flowers. And he, from whose heart sweet May Hath banish'd care, finds many a joy ; And I, loo, would be gay, Were the load of pining care away ;...they meet my sight Those beautiful lips of rosy hue, AB red as the rose just steep'd in dew. hm 3 43 8 17 June 22. Sun rises . — sets Blue sowthistle... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1845 - Страниц: 886
...a thousand flowers, And he, from whose heart sweet May Hath banished care, finds many a joy; And I, too, would be gay, Were the load of pining care away...soul were light, Joy crowning joy would raise its Sight. The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead, And May with all its light, Compared with the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - Страниц: 822
...thousand flowers, And he, from whose heart sweet May Hath banished care, finds many a joy ; And I, too, would be gay, Were the load of pining care away...kind, my soul were light, Joy crowning joy would raise ils flight. The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead, And May with all its light, Compared with... | |
 | William Hone - 1859 - Страниц: 854
...thousand flowers, And he, from whose heart sweet May Hath banish'd care, finds many a joy ; And I, too, would be gay. Were the load of pining care away...they meet my sight Those beautiful lips of rosy hue, Al red as the rose just steep'd in dew. June 22. h. in. 3 43 8 17 Sun rises . — sets Blue sowthistle... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1871 - Страниц: 954
...thousand flowers, And he, from whose heart sweet May Hath banished care, finds many u joy ; And I, too, would be gay, Were the load of pining care away...hills, the vale, and mead, And May with all its light, Compared with the roses, are pale indeed, Which my lady bears; and bright My eyes will shine, as they... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1871 - Страниц: 960
...thousand flowers, And he, from whose heart sweet May Hath banished care, finds many a joy ; And I, too, would be gay, Were the load of pining care away...leaves, hills, the vale, and mead, And May with all its l»glit, Compared with the roses, are pale indeed, Which my lady bears; and bright My eyes will shine,... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Charles Henry Warner, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle - 1897 - Страниц: 628
...spring a thousand flowers, And he from whose heart sweet May Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away;...hills, the vale, and mead. And May with all its light, Compared with the roses are pale indeed, Which my lady bears; and bright My eyes will shine as they... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - 1897 - Страниц: 674
...spring a thousand flowers. And he from whose heart sweet May Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away;...hills, the vale, and mead. And May with all its light, Compared with the roses are pale indeed, Which my lady bears; and bright My eyes will shine as they... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer - 1917 - Страниц: 752
...spring a thousand flowers, And he from whose heart sweet May Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away;...hills, the vale, and mead, And May with all its light, Compared with the roses are pale indeed. Which my lady bears; and bright My eyes will shine as they... | |
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Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away; Were my lady kind, my soul were light, — Joy crowning joy would raise its flight. . . The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead. And May with all its... 