 | Arthur Patchett Martin - 1885 - 262 sayfa
...running water. " Come back ! There is no coming back, young ladies, on the impetuous stream of life. ' The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes.' And we must all set our pocket watches by the clock of fate. There is a headlong forth-right tide,... | |
 | Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan - 1914 - 980 sayfa
..."spacious days": "The lark now leaves his wat'ry nest, And climbing shakes his dewy wings. He takes this window for the East, And to implore your light he sings — Awake, awake! the Mom will never rise Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes." How the lines sing themselves. There... | |
 | 1895 - 416 sayfa
...submissions. ADDISON. THE lark now leaves his wat'ry nest, And climbing shakes his dewy wings, He takes this window for the East, And to implore your light he...never rise Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes. DAVENANT. 135 Take thou my oblation, poor but free, Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 384 sayfa
...running water. Come back ? There is no coming back, young ladies, on the impetuous stream of life. The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes. And we must all set our pocket watches by the clock of fate. There is a headlong, forthright tide,... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 382 sayfa
...running water. Come back ? There is no coming back, young ladies, on the impetuous stream of life. The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes. And we must all set our pocket watches by the clock of fate. There is a headlong, forthright tide,... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 628 sayfa
...and running water. Come back? There is no coming^back, young ladies, on the impetuous stream of life. The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes. And we must all set our pocket watches by the clock of fate. There is a headlong, forthright tide,... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 384 sayfa
...running water. Come back ? There is no coming back, young ladies, on the impetuous stream of life. The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes. And we must all set our pocket watches by the clock of fate. There is a headlong, forthright tide,... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1895 - 644 sayfa
...running water. Come back? There is no coming ^back, young ladies, on the impetuous stream of life. The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes. And we must all set our pocket watches by the clock of fate. There is a headlong, forthright tide,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1895 - 530 sayfa
...treacherous spy. SONG. The lark now leaves his watery nest, And climbing shakes his dewy wings, He takes your window for the east, And to implore your light, he sings ; Awake, awake, the moon will never rise, Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes. i The merchant bows unto the seaman's... | |
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The lark now leaves his watr'y nest And climbing, shakes his dewy wings; He takes this window for the East; And to implore your light, he sings, Awake, awake, the morn will never rise. Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes. 
