 | Charles Bucke - 1832 - 328 sayfa
...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 wings ; And...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sayfa
...him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 sayfa
...him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn ! Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence — not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends; but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | Thomas Dick - 1833 - 404 sayfa
...we may also say, in the language of Akenside, in his poem " On the Pleasures of Imagination," that " Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence ; not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure... | |
 | James Flamank - 1833 - 414 sayfa
...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." Pope Julian II. used to say, " Learning is silver to plebeians, gold to the nobility, and a diamond... | |
 | Andrew Thomson - 1835 - 302 sayfa
...him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings : And...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain ITOIH all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 sayfa
...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 wings ; And...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of' the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | 1836 - 388 sayfa
...him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And...imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | 1836 - 296 sayfa
...unsanctified taste are without form or comeliness, are to him invested with a most religious charm. " Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1836 - 264 sayfa
...With blooming, gold, a,nd blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; Ami 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 effulgence ; not a strain... | |
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Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the... 
