 Clearer than water flowed that juice ; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use ? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked until her lips were sore ; Then flung the emptied...  Littell's Living Age - Page 1431863Full view - About this book
 | Christina Rossetti - 2001 - 1284 pages
...tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more 135 Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked...one kernel-stone, And knew not was it night or day 140 As she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gate Full of wise upbraidings: "Dear, you should... | |
 | Christina Georgina Rossetti - 2002 - 172 pages
...than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which...Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gate... | |
 | Barbara Garlick - 2002 - 216 pages
...lock, She dropped a tear more rare than pearl, Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red. (123-28) She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which...Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone. (134-40) This is not the rape... | |
 | Christina Georgina Rossetti - 2002 - 172 pages
...than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which...Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernel stone. And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gate... | |
 | Terry Castle - 2003 - 1150 pages
...than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which...She sucked until her lips were sore; Then flung the empty rinds away But gathered up one kernel-stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home... | |
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