 | Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1863 - 738 pages
...allait 1. The forward violet thus I did chide : « Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet Ui.it smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride,...complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. » The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | English literature - 1864 - 606 pages
...the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. The forward violet thus did I chide ; Sweet thief,...dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair.* More flowers I noted,... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 pages
...here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. 91. SONNET XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief,...complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | Stephen Watson Fullom - Dramatists, English - 1864 - 394 pages
...those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play: xcix. The forward violet thus did I chide:— Sweet thief,...complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 pages
...as do lusty young men feel, When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads." zciz. dy"d. The lily I condemned for thy hand,* And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 176 pages
...those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play: XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide; — Sweet thief,...complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pages
...those: Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. SONNET XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief,...smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride When on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily... | |
 | Peter Lund Simmonds - 1865 - 588 pages
...essence. The violet is one of the most charming odours in nature, and well might Shakspeare exclaim — " Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ?" It is a scent which pleases all, even the most delicate and nervous, and it is no wonder that it... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 366 pages
...of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : The forward violet thus did I chide : — Sweet thief,...dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 pages
...those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide : — Sweet thief,...complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. The lily I condemned for thy hand ; And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
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The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. 
