 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in...  London - Página 138editado por - 1841Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1833 - 240 páginas
...the winter's near. 77 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. FROM you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1835 - 1138 páginas
...all the circumstances which attend it. The scene is — » " in the spring, When proud-pied Apiil, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him." But neither the lays of birds, nor the... | |
 | 1837 - 652 páginas
...polish. To his absent mistress he sings, " From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1838 - 744 páginas
...for the poetry of their diction : — " From you have I been absent in the Spring, When proud-pied candle, but the fire; because that fire dolh as much resembl every thing ; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 726 páginas
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 | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - 320 páginas
...my verse ever live young. FROM you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything; That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 páginas
...look pale, dreading the winter 's near. From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet... | |
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