 Go — wait not till day-light has faded to gloom. For Time is, like thee, on the wing. Not gone yet, fair Butterfly, why then so still ? Art weary ? thou frail little thing ! Ah hasten — nor wait, silly insect, until Thou art marked by some bird for...  The Goblins of Neapolis - Strana 66autor/autoři: William Smith - 1836 - 146 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1837 - 756 str.
...breathing perfume ; Away, little wandering thing ! Every sun-beam is stealing a tint from its hloom ; Go — wait not till day-light has faded to gloom....ramble across the blue sky. Expanding a delicate wing : I mark your vagaries — and think, with a sigh, 'Tis pity how soon, very soon, you must die, —... | |
 | 1837 - 728 str.
...silly insect, until Thou art marked by some bird for his ravenous bill ! Away, on thy gossamer wing ! I have noted each freckle and shade of thy coat, Ev'ry...ramble across the blue sky. Expanding a delicate wing : I mark your vagaries — and think, with a sigh, Tis pity how soon, very soon, you must die, —... | |
 | Alexander Rodger - 1842 - 236 str.
...ravenous bill ; Away, on thy gossamer wing. I have noted each freckle and shade of thy coat, Ev'ry spot on thy beautiful wing ; And I hear from yon ivy a twittering note ; Go — hide in the cup*of some blossom remote ; Adieu, little fluttering thing. How gaily you ramble across the blue sky,... | |
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