 The air, dear goddess, sighs for thee, The light-heart brooks arise for thee, And the poppies red On their wistful bed Turn up their dark blue eyes for thee. Laugh out in the loose green jerkin '; That's fit for a goddess to work in, With shoulders brown,...  The Descent of Liberty: A Mask - 64. lappuseautors: Leigh Hunt - 1815 - 82 lapasPilnskats - Par šo grāmatu
 | 1924 - 880 lapas
...the 'Song to Ceres,' one of whose stanzas is as excellent poetry as any of Hunt's I know. Laugh out in the loose green jerkin That's fit for a goddess...Stout Heart in, And Toil that sleeps his cart in, Brown Exercise, The ruddy and wise, His bathed forelocks parting. The next limerick really begins the... | |
 | Linda Marsh - 1997 - 450 lapas
...is echoed more than a century later in Leigh Hunt's lovely lines in his 'Song to Ceres': Laugh out in the loose green jerkin That's fit for a goddess...brown and the wheaten crown About thy temples perking. There is an even earlier find: two researchers, Robert Swann and Frank Sidgwick, found this in the... | |
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