 | Charles Mackay - English poetry - 1896 - 680 pages
...of solace and delight. It was a Garden still beyond all price. Even yet it was a place of Para ror where the mighty Ocean could not spare, There had...And here were coral bowers, And grots of madrepores, [ eye And banks of spunge, as soft and fair to As e'er was mossy bed Whereon the Wood-nymphs lay Their... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 pages
...solace and delight. It was a Garden still beyond all price, Even yet it was a place of Paradise j— For where the mighty Ocean could not spare, There...And here were coral bowers, And grots of madrepores, feye And banks of spunge, as soft and fair to As e'er was mossy bed Whereon the Wood-nymphs lay Their... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1909 - 808 pages
...all price, ( Even yet it was a place of Paradise ; iFor where the mighty Ocean could not spare, 91 There had he with his own creation, Sought to repair...madrepores, And banks of sponge, as soft and fair to eye As e'er was mossy bed Whereon the Wood Nymphs lie With languid limbs in summer's sultry hours. Here too... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1909 - 808 pages
...Baly, in his might. Made for his chosen place of solace and delight. 6 It was a Garden still beyond all price, Even yet it was a place of Paradise ; For where the mighty Ocean could not spare, 91 There had he with his own creation. Sought to repair his work of devastation. And here were coral... | |
 | Robert Southey - 720 pages
...Baly, in his might, Made for his chosen place of solace and delight 5. It was a Garden still beyond all price, Even yet it was a place of Paradise ; For where...madrepores, And banks of sponge, as soft and fair to eye As e'er was mossy bed Whereon the Wood Nymphs lie With languid limbs in summer's sultry hours. Here too... | |
 | 1868 - 180 pages
...order ; to enter it from the street was like Ladurlad's visit to the Ancient Sepulchres. For there were coral bowers And grots of madrepores, And banks of sponge, as soft and fair to eye As e'er was mossy bed Whereon the wood nymphs lie With languid limbs in summer's sultry hour. Here too... | |
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Nymphs lie With languid limbs in summer's sultry hours. Here too were living flowers Which, like a bud compacted, Their purple cups contracted, And now in open blossom spread, Stretch'd like green anthers many a seeking head. 
