 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.  The Works of William Shakespeare... - Page 212by William Shakespeare - 1907Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 pages
...you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : xcix. The forward violet thus did I chide ;— Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that...I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 pages
...and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX The forward violet thus did I chide ; 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 marioram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | G. W. Septimus Piesse - Cosmetics - 1862 - 434 pages
...contains or not we cannot say, but think it must be so. VIOLET. The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? BARD OF AVON. The perfume exhaled by the Viola odorata is so universally admired, that to speak in... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1863 - 720 pages
...une famille qu'il allait The forwanl violet thus I did chide : * Sweet thief, whenca didst thou stcal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?...complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd. » The lily 1 condenined for thy hand, And Inuls of marjoram had stolen Ihy hair : The rosés... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1863 - 722 pages
...famille qu'il allait The forward violet thus I did chide : .. Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal Ihy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The...complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy*d. » The lily I condeinned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thv hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1863 - 738 pages
...allait 1. The forward violet thus I did chide : « Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet Ui.it smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride,...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 : The roses fearfully... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1864 - 630 pages
...figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. The forward violet thus did I chide ; Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that...I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair.* More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stolen from... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 pages
...Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. 91. SONNET XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide ; — 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 stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
 | Stephen Watson Fullom - Dramatists, English - 1864 - 394 pages
...you away, As with your shadow I with these did play: xcix. The forward violet thus did I chide:— 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 pages
...well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads." zciz. The forward violet thus did I chide : — dy"d. The lily I condemned for thy hand,* And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair : The roses fearfully... | |
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