 | Beautiful poetry - 1858 - 350 sayfa
...no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suflusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring,...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes... | |
 | 1909 - 502 sayfa
...dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs,. Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring,...love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes... | |
 | Geoffrey Durrant - 1969 - 184 sayfa
...following in the steps of Milton, who in his own invocation to his Muse declares: Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring,...or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song. So Wordsworth, preparing himself like Milton for his task, reminds us of the last lines of Paradise... | |
 | William Kerrigan - 1983 - 372 sayfa
...find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear Spring,...but chief Thee Sion and the flow'ry Brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two... | |
 | Paul H. Fry - 1995 - 276 sayfa
...Chapman's Homer: So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear Spring,...but chief Thee Sion and the flowr'y brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometime forget Those other two... | |
 | Paul Hammond - 2002 - 484 sayfa
...no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs,* Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring,...the love of sacred song; but chief Thee Sion and the flowery brooks beneath 30 That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 1084 sayfa
...no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear Spring,...Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two equall'd with me in Fate, So were I equall'd with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Mteonides,... | |
 | John Milton, Merritt Yerkes Hughes - 2003 - 388 sayfa
...find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear Spring,...but chief Thee Sion and the flow'ry Brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 1012 sayfa
...no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs. Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more0 Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring,...the love of sacred song; but chief Thee Sion and the flowery brooks beneath0 30 That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes... | |
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Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song... 
