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" Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze, As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the... "
Heads of the People: Or, Portraits of the English - Sayfa 205
1840
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Ion; a tragedy [by sir T.N. Talfourd. In verse].

sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1835 - 232 sayfa
...am I. TIMOCLES. And I— ION. ( O do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., 159. cilt

1836 - 746 sayfa
...worthy of your own drama : Oh ! do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze, As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of I'liwlnis....
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Ion; a tragedy [by sir T.N. Talfourd. In verse]. [Another] By T.N. Talfourd

sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1836 - 140 sayfa
...I.. T1MOCLES. And I— ION. O Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness—send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus;—ye...
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The Monthly Magazine, Or, British Register, 22. cilt

1836 - 650 sayfa
...beautifully expressed : — Ion O Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh. If Heaven select it for its instrument. May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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The Edinburgh Review, 63. cilt

1836 - 604 sayfa
...a dangerous mission — ' Ion. O do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breezo As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Plwebus...
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The North American Review, 44. cilt

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1837 - 594 sayfa
...this dangerous mission. " O Sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseeming forwardness, — send me! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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American Quarterly Review, 21. cilt

1837 - 552 sayfa
...office for himself. " Ion.—O sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness—send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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American Quarterly Review, 21. cilt

1837 - 536 sayfa
...office for himself. " Ion.—O sages, do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness—send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus...
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The American Monthly Magazine, 5. cilt;11. cilt

1838 - 716 sayfa
...nobly uttered — many beautiful thoughts thrown into elegant forms of expression. Take this — " The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May yield celestial music to the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus!"...
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The Quarterly review, 54. cilt

1835 - 610 sayfa
...is in these words : — ' Ion. O do not think my prayer Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phcebus...
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