![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=4gxaAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 str.
...flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold. And Philomel becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yield ; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes,... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=kD4BAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Charles Whitehead - 1854 - 344 str.
...and be thy love. But fading flowers in every field, To winter floods their treasures yield, A honey'd tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gown, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy myrtle, and thy posies, Are all nbw wither'd, broke,... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=iYhNgXQq62cC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Charlotte Mary Yonge - 1855 - 670 str.
...from the table, and called out, " Mind you come back again as soon as ever you can." CHAPTEK XVII. " The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward...heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's falL" Sra W. RALEIGH. THE Sunday after "Walter's departure was a very uncomfortable and melancholy day. It... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=D4r60VwMnDwC&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 str.
...flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yield ; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes,... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=4wtJAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton, Henry George Bohn - 1856 - 634 str.
...Philomel becometh dumb ; And age complains of care to conic. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields The wayward winter, reckoning, yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fell. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=_mMJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Charlotte Mary Yonge - 1857 - 1070 str.
...that followed was more painful and marked than it had been before. CHAPTER XVII. "The flowers do fodo, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields , A honey tongue, a heart of gall II fancy's spring , but sorrow's fall." SIR W. T! Ai.n'oir. THR Sunday after Walter's departure was... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=8NQcAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Abraham Mills - 1858 - 594 str.
...drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumh, The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do...reckoning yields; A honey tongue — a heart of gall, Is falley's spring, but sorrow's Kill. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=MVECAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | English poetry - 1858 - 396 str.
...flocks from field to fold, 5 When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and...wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields: 10 A honey tongue, a heart of gall, In fancies spring, but sorrows fall Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=NQtaAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | George Gilfillan - 1858 - 396 str.
...flocks from field to fold, 6 When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To way ward winter reckoning yields : 10 A honey tongue, a heart of gall, In fancies spring, but sorrows... | |
![](https://books.google.cz/books/content?id=yQoeAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 780 str.
...be thy love. But fading flowers in every field, To winter floods their treasures yield j A honey 'd tongue— a heart of gall, Is Fancy's spring, but Sorrow's fall. Thy gown, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Are all soon wither'd, broke,... | |
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