Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden its aërial blue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather The bonnie bloomin' heather Mary, ma Scotch Bluebell.Sir Harry (Hugh MacLennan) Lauder
Non è cosa che voglia tutta la diligenza dell’ uomo e che meno patisca gli errori, etiandio piccoli, quanto fa la guerra.giovanni francesco lottini
L’anima dell’ uomo apprendendo si nutrisce, siccome il corpo per lo cibo.bartholomew of san concordio
As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.john keats
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep, Nature's observatory whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.john keats
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie. She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather, the bonnie, bloomin' heather, Mary, ma Scotch Blue-bell.