 | Andrew Marvell - English poetry - 1857 - 420 pages
...and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walk round about the pole, Their leaves, which to the stalks are curled, «* Seem to their staves the ensigns...sentinel, is shut, And sleeps so too, but, if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word. >» Oh thou, that dear and happy isle, The garden... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - English poetry - 1857 - 408 pages
...vigilant patrol Of stars walk round about the pole, Their leaves, which to the stalks are curled, 3liSeem to their staves the ensigns furled. Then in some flower's...sentinel, is shut, And sleeps so too, but, if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word. Oh thou, that dear and happy isle, The garden of... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - English poetry - 1857 - 408 pages
...the pole, Their leaves, which to the stalks are curled, sisSeem to their staves the ensigns furled. 2 Then in some flower's beloved hut, Each bee, as sentinel, is shut, And sleeps so too, but, if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word. Oh thou, that dear and happy isle, The garden of... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 224 pages
...and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walk round about the pole, Their leaves, which to the stalks are curled. Seem to their staves the ensigns...sentinel, is shut, And sleeps so too, but, if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word. Oh thou, that dear and happy isle, The garden of... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1870 - 224 pages
...and rose. But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walk round about the pole, Their leaves, which to the stalks a're curled, Seem to their staves the ensigns...sentinel, is shut, And sleeps so too, but, if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word. Oh thou, that dear and happy isle, The garden of... | |
 | Andrew Marvell - 1872 - 564 pages
...stars walk round about the pole, Their leaves, which to the stalks are curl'd, 315 Then in some flowr's beloved hut, Each bee, as sentinel, is shut, And sleeps so too, but if once stir'd, She runs you through, nor asks the word.y 320 O thou, that dear and happy Isle, The garden... | |
 | Edmund Gosse - Classicism - 1885 - 264 pages
...which would have enflamed the whole of nature if one spark had fallen into it, turns out to be — the heart of Celia. Again, whole stanzas in the Nunappleton...so seriously-minded a man as Marvell could run on 1n such a childish way. There is a good deal in Marvell that is of this species of wit, graceful and... | |
 | David Masson, George Grove, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - English periodicals - 1892 - 548 pages
...of artillery, — Well shot, ye firemen ! 0 how sweet And round your equal fires do meet, — and, Then in some flower's beloved hut •Each bee as sentinel is shut, And sleeps so too, — but if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word, — here we are in the region of false tradition... | |
 | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1892 - 524 pages
...ftremen ! 0 how sweet And round your equal fires do meet, — and, Then iu some flower's beloved hut Kach bee as sentinel is shut, And sleeps so too, — but if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word, — here we are in the region of false tradition... | |
 | Arthur Christopher Benson - English literature - 1896 - 336 pages
...firemen ! O how sweet And round your equal fires do meet — and, Then in some flower's beloved hnt Each bee as sentinel is shut, And sleeps so, too — but if once stirred, She runs you through, nor asks the word — here, in spite of a certain curious felicity,... | |
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But when the vigilant patrol Of stars walks round about the pole, Their leaves, that to the stalks are curled, Seem to their staves the ensigns furled. 
