 | Sylvia Adamson, Gavin Alexander, Katrin Ettenhuber - 2007 - 238 ページ
...beaten Gold, Purple the Sailes: and so perfumed that The Windes were Love-sicke with them[,] the Owers were Silver, Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beate, to follow faster; As amorous of their strokes. For her owne person, It beggerd all discription,... | |
 | Lauren Willig - 2008 - 412 ページ
...surprise. . . ." Chapter Thirteen The barge she sat in, life a burnisht throne, Burnt on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sic^ with them; the oars were silver, Which io the tune of flutes \ept strokf, and made The water... | |
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The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water,... 
