 She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...  Poetry, Sacred and Profane - Sayfa 337John Wright (of Nottingham.) tarafından - 1851 - 341 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 sayfa
...I'm almost three-score ; " Such night as this was ne'er before, " There's not a single soul abroad." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse,...streams with softest sound are flowing. The grass you almo.it hear it growing, You hear it DOW if e'er you can. The owlets through the long blue night Are... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 sayfa
...I'm almost three score ; " Such night as this was ne'er before, " There's not a single soul abroad." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse,...hear it growing, You hear it now if e'er you can. 126 The owlets through the long blue night Are shouting to each other still : Fond lovers, yet not... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 sayfa
...I'm almost three- score ; " Such night as this was ne'er before, " There's not a single soul abroad." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse,...streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass yon almost hear it growing, You hear it now if e'er you can. 126 The owlets through the long blue night... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 sayfa
...I'm almost threescore ; " Such night as this was ne'er before, " There's not a single soul abroad." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man j The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 sayfa
...! I 'm almost threescore ; Such night as this was ne'er before, There's not a single soul abroadt." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sounds are flowing, The grass you almost bear it growing, You hear it now if e'er you can. / 119 The... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 sayfa
...! I 'm almost threescore ; Such night as this was ne'er before, There 's not a single soul abroad." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sounds are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now if e'er you can. , 119 The... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 sayfa
...cruel! I'm almost threescore; Such night as this was ne'er before, There's not a single soul abroad." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sounds are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now if e'er you can. VOL. I.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 sayfa
...cruel ! I'm almost threescore ; Such night as this was ne'er before, There's not a single soul abroad." She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sounds are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now if e'er you can. VOL. I.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 sayfa
...I 'm almost threescore; Such night as this was ne'er before, There 's not a single soul abroad. » She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse,...flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You bear it now if e'er you can. The Owlets through the long blue night Are shouting to each other still:... | |
 | Hannah D. Burdon - 1838 - 974 sayfa
...the door of the great hall. CHAPTER XL And now she's high upon the down, Alone amid a prospect wide ; She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sounds are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can. And now... | |
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