 | 1835 - 344 str.
...not have belied his heart had he said to her in the exquisite words of Shakspeare to the violet — "Sweet thief! whence didst thou steal thy sweet that...thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veios thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjorum had stotcn... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1835 - 1138 str.
...enjoyment, but sweetly chides them: — ' The forward violet thus did I chide : — Sweet thief, whence did thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's...cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou bast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand. And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 str.
...SONNET XCIX. THE forward violet thus did I chide : — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweetest smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple...roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair ; A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both, And to his robbery had... | |
 | Mrs. Charles Meredith - 1836 - 400 str.
...of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. 137 The forward violet I thus did elude : — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that...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... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1837 - 394 str.
...sonnet which sets forth her charms, the rich materials of a picture, rather than the picture itself. 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 : VOL. I. K The roses... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 str.
...after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX. The forward violet thus...roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame1, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both, And to this robbery... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 str.
...Yet seem'd it winter still ; and, you away. As with your shadow I with these did play : they xctx. The forward violet thus did I chide ; — ' Sweet...complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly died.' The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 str.
...after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX. The forward violet thus...roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame1, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both, And to this robbery... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 606 str.
...after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX. The forward violet thus...thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath 2 the purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 str.
...— Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells If not from my love's hreath ? 'J he purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion...grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And huds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One hlushing shame,... | |
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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. 
