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" O flowers ! That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the 'first opening bud, and gave ye names ; Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial... "
An Abridgment of Lectures on Rhetoric - Page 119
by Hugh Blair - 1808 - 312 pages
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Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to ...

English poetry - 1776 - 478 pages
...respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye n.imes, Who now shall rear ye 10 the sun, or rank Your tribes, and...
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The British Essayists: The Spectator

Alexander Chalmers - English essays - 1802 - 600 pages
...respite of that day That must be mortal to us both ? O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave you names I Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes,...
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Select British Classics, Volume 15

English literature - 1803 - 364 pages
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The Literary Magazine, and American Register, Volume 1

American literature - 1804 - 496 pages
...respite ofthat day That must be mortal to us both. O. nowers, That never will in other climate grow. My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names! Who now shall rear ye to the sVn, or rank Yout tribes, and...
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Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles Lettres, Volume 1

Hugh Blair - English language - 1807 - 406 pages
...early visitation and my last At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand, From your first op'ningbuds, and gave you names! Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount ? Book II. 1. sdt, This is altogether the language of nature, and of female passion....
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Essays and Thoughts on Various Subjects, and from Various Authors, &c ...

George Horne - English essays - 1808 - 320 pages
...early visitation and my last At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand From the first op'ning bud, and gave you names ; Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from lh' ambrosial fount ? 15. The reproaches of an enemy often serve to quicken a man in his Christian...
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Letters on Literature, Taste, and Composition, Addressed to His Son

George Gregory - Books and reading - 1809 - 384 pages
...of that day " That must be mortal to us both. O flowers " That never will in other climate grow, " My early visitation and my last " At even, which I bred up with tender band, " From the first opening bud, and gave you names; " Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank...
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La Belle Assemblée, Volume 1

1810 - 482 pages
...respite of that day Thmt must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, a.nd gave J» names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes,...
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The Spectator, Volume 6

Alexander Chalmers - English essays - 1810 - 384 pages
...respite of that day That must be mortal to us both ? O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave you names ! Who now shall rear you to the sun, or rank Your tribes,...
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Paradise Lost, and the Fragment of a Commentary upon it by William Cowper

William Hayley - Poets, English - 1810 - 484 pages
...respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names! Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and...
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