 In that fair Clime, the lonely Herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter...  Sacred and Legendary Art - Sayfa 3Mrs. Jameson (Anna) tarafından - 1865Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Wordsworth - 1814 - 476 sayfa
...place before our thoughts The face which rural Solitude might wear To the unenlightened Swains of pagan Greece. — In that fair Clime, the lonely Herdsman,...who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The nightly Hunter, lifting up his eyes Towards the crescent Moon, with grateful... | |
 | 1815 - 698 sayfa
...hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetch'd, Even from the blazing chariot of the sun, A beardless youth, who touch'da golden lute, And fill'd th' illumin'd groves with ravishment. The nightly hunter, lifting... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1815 - 702 sayfa
...far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, Even from the Wasting Chariot of the Sun, A beardless Youth, who touched a golden lute, .Mid filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The nightly Hunter, lifting up his eyes Towards the... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1819 - 388 sayfa
...mistiness of atmosphere, fit mother and fit nurse for the most fanciful and graceful of superstitions. — In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman stretched...who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. ', The nightly hunter, lifting up his eyes Toward the crescent Moon with grateful... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1820 - 532 sayfa
...some fit of weariness, if he, . When his own breath waa silent, chanced to bear A distant i-train, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could...who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. • The nightly hunter, lifting up his eyes Toward the crescent Moon with grateful... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1820 - 596 sayfa
...his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which hie poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, Even from...who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The nightly hunter, lifting up his eyes Toward the crescent Moon with grateful... | |
 | 1836 - 570 sayfa
...some unknown music sweeter than what himself has been playing, has his fancy excited till it " fetches Even from the blazing chariot of the Sun A beardless youth, who touch'da golden lute, And I'lllM the illumined groves with ravishment." PORTRAITS OF NOTORIOUS CHARACTERS.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 456 sayfa
...place before our thoughts The face which rural Solitude might wear To the unenlightened Swains of pagan Greece. — In that fair Clime, the lonely Herdsman,...who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment/ The nightly Hunter, lifting up his eyes Towards the crescent Moon, with grateful... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 452 sayfa
...half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose: And, in some fit of weariness, if he,When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant...who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The nightly Hunter, lifting up his eyes Towards the crescent Moon, with grateful... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 sayfa
...some (it of weariness, if he. When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, f.ir sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could...who touched a golden lute. And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The nightly Hunter, lifting up his eyes Towards the crescent Moon, with grateful... | |
| |
