All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries ; Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. A crimson garment in the rose thou wear'st ; A crown of studded gold thou bear'st... The Observatory - Page 4861909Full view - About this book
| Ralph A. Lyon - 1902 - 40 pages
...cadence lingeringly long: Winter, a pause;—the Minstrel-Year takes breath. THE SUN [William Watson All the World's bravery that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries; Thou the rich dye on them bestows't, Thy nimble Pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. [Abraham Cowley I strove... | |
| Alice Meynell - 1904 - 388 pages
...presume A body's privilege to assume, Vanish again invisibly, And bodies gain again their visibility. All the world's bravery that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries : Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. A crimson garment in... | |
| 1909 - 510 pages
...Yerkes trop forte pour canaux. Frost. IN Southgate's 'Many Thoughts of Many Minds' (London: C. Griffin, 1872) the index reference "Sun, photographic power...way, the following lines from Cowley's Ode to the Royal Society have been given a new significance by recent work : — Sue (Nature) with much stranger... | |
| William Stebbing - 1913 - 426 pages
...morning's purple bed, Thy quire of birds about thee play, And all the joyful world salutes the rising day. All the world's bravery that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries. Thou the rich dye on them bestow' st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. A crimson garment in... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 pages
...morning's purple bed, Thy quire of birds about thee play, And all the joyful world salutes the rising day. All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries ; Thou the rich dye on them Iwstow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape us thou go'st. A crimson garment in... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 pages
...morning's purple bed, Thy quire of birds about thee play, And all the joyful world salutes the rising day. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy b dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. A crimson garment in... | |
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