 | Ben Jonson, John Fletcher, Francis Beaumont - 1811 - 712 lapas
...knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ;...true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus j nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 712 lapas
...knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whale' er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ;...true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose... | |
 | Ben Jonson, John Fletcher, Francis Beaumont - 1811 - 728 lapas
...knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land F'rom her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ;...the famous wells, To this present day ne'er grew, TCever better nor more true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 502 lapas
...my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whate'er this land .From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits :...by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Hever better, nor more true. Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, . Sweeter... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 lapas
...purpose. We help her, as we would a local deity. Here lie grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poets good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus;...— Nuts more brown Than the squirrels teeth that cruck them; Deign, O fairest fair, to take them. For these black ey'd Driope Hath often times commanded... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1836 - 428 lapas
...knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my band To receive wbate'er this land, From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ; and but lend Belief to that the ladye tells : t Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never better nor more true.... | |
 | 738 lapas
...gusto into the mouth of a satyr. We must quote a few lines which are appropriate to our subject : " Here be grapes whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's...crown The head of Bacchus — nuts more brown Than the squirrel*' teeth that crack them; Deign, oh faiiest fair, to take them ! For these black-ey'd Dryope... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1840 - 754 lapas
...knee, In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand, To receive whate'er this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ;...true. Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poets' good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1843 - 592 lapas
...my knee In worship of thy deity. Deign it, goddess, from my hand To receive whatever this land From her fertile womb doth send Of her choice fruits ;...grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, eye Shakespeare's Midsummer Night't Dream is certain. The beginning and ending of this speech are an... | |
 | Francis Beaumont - 1843 - 590 lapas
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Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them... 
