 | Great Britain - 1844 - 652 pages
...swung ; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her...the milk-white flox. Roses, ranged in valiant row, Think will I never she passed you by ! She loves noble roses, I know ; But this — so surely this... | |
 | Poets, American - 1853 - 560 pages
...345 For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the leaves among. n. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her robe's edge crushed the box: And here she paused in her gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk-white flox.... | |
 | Charles Mackay - Love poetry - 1858 - 426 pages
...swung ; For she laid the poor snail my chance foot spurn'd, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her...rock-plants lie ! This flower she stopped at, finger ou lip, Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim ; Till she gave me, with pride to make no slip,... | |
 | Charles Mackay - Love poetry - 1858 - 420 pages
...swung ; For she laid the poor snail my chance foot spurn'd, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her robe's edge brushed the box : And here she pansed in her gracious talk, To point me a moth on the milk-white flox. Roses, ranged in valiant row,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - 350 pages
...swung ; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurn'd, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her robe's edge brush'd the box : And here she paused in her gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk-white flox.... | |
 | England - English poetry - 1860 - 532 pages
...swung ; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned. To feed and forget it the leaves among. n. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her...gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk-white flox. Hoses, ranged in valiant row, I will never think that she passed you by ! She loves you, noble roses,... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1863 - 430 pages
...; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the leaves among. II. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her...know ; But yonder, see, where the rock-plants lie ! m. This flower she stopped at, finger on lip, Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim ; Till... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1864 - 436 pages
...As back with that murmur the wicket swung ; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned. II. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her...I know ; But yonder see, where the rock-plants lie ! m. This flower she stopped at, finger on lip, Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim ; Till... | |
 | J. H. - English poetry - 1867 - 860 pages
...swung ; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurn'd, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her robe's edge brush'd the box : And here she paused in her gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk-white flox.... | |
 | 1871 - 314 pages
...swung ; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her...passed you by ! She loves you noble roses, I know ; This flower she stopped at, finger on lip, Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim ; Till she... | |
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Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss Hinders the hinges and makes them wince ! She must have reached this shrub ere she turned, As back with that murmur the wicket swung; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the... 
