 I will not praise her to you. Show me a little golden good of yours, But some soft piece of gracious habit grown Common with you, quite new with me and sweet. It is the smell of roses where you come That makes my sense faint now; you taste of it, Walk...  The queen-mother. Rosamond. 2 plays - Page 189by Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1860Full view - About this book
 | Theodore Wratislaw - 1900 - 240 pages
...Rosamund falls very low. There are pleasant touches of description of the gardens of Rosamund's Bower. ' Hark, the rain begins, Slips like a bird that feels...One—two; it catches in the rose-branches Like a bird caught. I never loved white roses much; but see How the wind drenches the low lime-branches With... | |
 | Theodore Wratislaw, G. F. Monkshood - 1901 - 234 pages
...Rosamund falls very low. There are pleasant touches of description of the gardens of Rosamund's Bower. ' Hark, the rain begins, Slips like a bird that feels among shut leaves ; One — two ; it catches in the rose-branches Like a bird caught. I never loved white roses much... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - English drama - 1905 - 340 pages
...roses where you come That makes my sense faint now; you taste of it, Walk with it always. ROSAMOND Hark, the rain begins, Slips like a bird that feels...to make false witness true. Speak, and speak faith. KING HENRY I think this first ; here once The hard noon being too strong a weight for us, We lay against... | |
 | Eduard Sattler - Nature in literature - 1910 - 316 pages
...erwähnt, und, metaphorisch VH 133. Eine lebhafte Darstellung des Regens im Garten bietet Ros. TI 259-60. Hark, the rain begins, Slips like a bird that feels among shut leaves; One . . . two; it catches in the rose - branches Like a word-caught . . . vgl. dazu PI 254. Und in... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - Poets, English - 1926 - 454 pages
...roses where you come That makes my sense faint now ; you taste of it, Walk with it always. ROSAMOND Hark, the rain begins, Slips like a bird that feels among shut leaves ; One — two ; it catches in the rose-branches Like a word caught. Now, as I shut your eyes, Show... | |
 | 1905 - 1030 pages
...them such, I say. Another, we must confess, rather lovely. Mr. Swinburne Is always good about rain: Hark, the rain begins, Slips like a bird that feels among shut leaves; One— two; it catches in the rosebranches, . bike a word caught Now, as I shut your eyes, Show me... | |
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