 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 224 pages
...hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws...mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 218 pages
...hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds,...mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 224 pages
...hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnarcd with flowers, 1 fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws...where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; — j r Yd It crcalrN, trmiMcendinn llicsc, Fiir other worlds, ami otlicr seas, Annihilating nil... | |
 | Susan Bogert Warner - 1870 - 666 pages
...hands themselves do reach. Btumbling on melons as I pass, JCnsnar'd with flowers, I fall on grass. Here, at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's...mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 pages
...hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flow'rs, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into...its happiness : The mind, that ocean where each kind I ioes straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 220 pages
...hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas, ' Annihilating all that's made \ f To jLgrgen thought in a green shade. ' Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1871 - 484 pages
...hands themselves do reach. Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into...mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside. My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then wets and claps its silver wings,... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 pages
...if here below, Only among the plants wiH grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into...shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1872 - 582 pages
...my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers I Ml on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into...mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver... | |
 | John Symons - 1872 - 188 pages
...hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass. Meanwhile, the mind from pleasure less, Withdraws...other seas ; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. There at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,... | |
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a... 
