 gainst the streams, To taste the luxury of sunny beams Temper'd with coolness. How they ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one...  The Round Year - Page 98by Edith Matilda Thomas - 1886 - 296 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1840 - 552 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand ! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses, And cool themselves... | |
 | John Keats - English poetry - 1841 - 254 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand ! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses, And cool themselves... | |
 | American periodicals - 1874 - 990 pages
...they wrestle With their own delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand! Jfyoii but scantily hold out the hand. That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye and they are there again. He himself thought the picture correct, and acknowledged to a partiality... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand ! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses, And cool themselves... | |
 | John Keats - English poetry - 1846 - 340 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand ! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses, And cool themselves... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1847 - 556 pages
...ever wrestle Wilh their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one w ill remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those... | |
 | Miss Colman (Pamela Atkins) - American poetry - 1850 - 146 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand ! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses, And cool themselves... | |
 | 1854 - 478 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their pilver bellies on the pebbly sand ! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses. And cool themselves... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand ! If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those cresses, And cool themselves... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - Periodicals - 1855 - 586 pages
...ever wrestle With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand I If you but scantily hold out the hand, That very instant not one will remain ; But turn your eye, and they are there again. The ripples seem right glad to reach those creases, And cool themselves... | |
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