 His tuneful breast enjoys. For him, the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. Each passing Hour sheds tribute from...  The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside - Sayfa 63Mark Akenside tarafından - 1857 - 312 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Lindley Murray - 1842 - 262 sayfa
...tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. 3 Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgerxe ; not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends ; but whence his bosom... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 sayfa
...for him the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the mom. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's...rose From the near schoolroom voices that, alas ! 46 From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence Ыз bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1844 - 846 sayfa
...from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch - Z $PZ $ $ clond imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade... | |
 | My school-boy days - 1844 - 190 sayfa
...from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfold; for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wing; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies... | |
 | 1845 - 732 sayfa
...from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds: for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. Each...new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt awake him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not... | |
 | Mark Akenside - 1845 - 364 sayfa
...him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. 590 Each passing Hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And...meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. N<5t a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain... | |
 | Thomas Brown, David Welsh - 1846 - 584 sayfa
...from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each...her wings, And still new beauties meet his lonely walks, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, — not a cloud imbibes The... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 sayfa
...Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn: Each passing hour shedi tribute from her wings : And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him." Taste affords an exhaustless source of pleasure ; it chastens the passions, and induces independence... | |
 | American Institute of Instruction - 1847 - 208 sayfa
...from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each...loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadows, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the... | |
 | Thomas Winter - 1847 - 362 sayfa
...unfold — for him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him." This is one of our late and most desirable fall flowers ; desirable because it expands its beautiful... | |
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