| Henry Baker - 1760 - 60 էջ
...roves, And courts the Fair Ones thro' the verdant Groves. HowGloriousnowIhowchang'diinceYefterday!" When on the Ground, a crawling Worm it lay, Where ev'ry Foot might tread its Soul away. — Who rais'd it thence ? and bid it range the Skies ? Gave its rich Plumage, and its brilliant... | |
| 1800 - 452 էջ
...roves, And courts the fair ones of the verdant groves. How glorious now ! chang'd fmce yefterday ? ") When on the ground a crawling worm it lay ! > Where ev'ry foot might tread its foul away. J ^Vho rais'd it thence, and bid it range the Ikies, Gave its rich plumage and its brilliant... | |
| Adrian Hardy Haworth - 1803 - 430 էջ
...courts the fair опеэ thro' the verdant groves. " How glorious now ! how chang'd since yesterday Г When on the ground, a crawling worm it lay ! Where ev'ry foot might tread its soul away ! Who rais'd it thence ? and bid it rang« the skies? Gave its rich plumage, and its brilliant... | |
| 1810 - 234 էջ
...striking emblem of the soul of man ! THE BUTTERFLY. How glorious now ! how chang'd since yes- ' terday, When on the ground a crawling worm it lay, Where ev'ry foot might tread its soul away. Who rais'd it thence? and bid it range the skies? Gave its rich plumage, and Us brilliant... | |
| Flowers - 1835 - 174 էջ
...libertine it roves, And courts the fair ones through the verdantgroves. How glorious now ! how changed since yesterday, When on the ground a crawling worm it lay, Where every foot might tread its life away ! Who raised it thence, and bade it range the skies ? Gave its... | |
| Naturalist pseud, Edward Wilson (M.A., F.L.S.) - 1852 - 444 էջ
...glories of the painted bow ; Where love directs, a libertine it roves, And courts the fair ones through the verdant groves. How glorious now ! how chang'd...When on the ground a crawling worm it lay ! Where every foot might tread its life away ! Who raised it thence ? and bid it range the skies ? Gave its... | |
| Michael A. Salmon, Peter Marren, Basil Harley - 2000 - 450 էջ
...glories of the painted Bow. Where Love directs, a Libertine it roves, And courts the fair ones through the verdant Groves. How glorious now! How chang'd...crawling Worm it lay, Where ev'ry foot might tread its Soul away! Who rais'd it thence and bid it range the Skies? Gave its rich plumage and its brilliant... | |
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