 | Ben Jonson, John Fletcher, Francis Beaumont - 1811 - 712 str.
...bend 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...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 str.
...bend my 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 str.
...bend my 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 str.
...bend 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 str.
...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 Lamb - 1835 - 802 str.
...bend 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 : and but leno Belief to that the Satyr tells, Fairer by the famous wells To this present day ne'er grew, Never... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1836 - 428 str.
...bend my 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.... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1837 - 344 str.
...bend 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...crown The head of Bacchus; nuts more brown Than the squirrel whose teeth crack 'em. Deign, oh fairest fair, to take 'em ! For these black-eyed Dryope Hath... | |
 | 738 str.
...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 str.
...bend 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...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... | |
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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... 
