O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll. by W. Oxberry - Página 163
editado por - 1821
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