 ... a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell ; Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veiled a light That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Made her...  The Glory of English Prose: Letters to My Grandson - Page 8by Stephen Coleridge - 1922 - 232 pagesFull view - About this book
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...darkly dim : Thus she stood among the stooks, Praising God with her sweet looks. Sure, I said, Heav'n did not mean Where I reap thou shouldst but glean...sheaf adown, and come Share my harvest and my home. SONNET. WRITTEN AT BENARES, IN THE EAST INDIES. BY DAVID LESTER RICHARDSON, ESQ. The following Sonnet... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1827 - 180 pages
...dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stooks, Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou shouldst but glean,...sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest and my home. RUTH. ( 130 ) THE SEA OF DEATH. A FRAGMENT. Methought I saw Life swiftly treading over endless space... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1827 - 240 pages
...else been all too bright. N 3 181 And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : < — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where 1 reap thou should'st but glean, Lay thy sheaf adown and come, Share my... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pages
...That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim. Made her tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou should'st but glean ; Lay thy sheaf adown and come. Share my... | |
 | 1841 - 178 pages
...dim; — Thus she stood amid the stooks Praising God with sweetest looks :— Sure, I said, Heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou should'st but glean;...sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest and my home. ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waste confin'd, Khali now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 310 pages
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 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 pages
...That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou shouldst but glean, Lay thy sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 pages
...That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou shouldst but glean, Lay thy sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest... | |
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