 And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way. Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing...  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Side 7redigeret af - 1844Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1800 - 322 sider
...more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaryM cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 sider
...thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 sider
...thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 sider
...all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 sider
...more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But chok'd with sedges works its weary way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 sider
...thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Alonif thy Blades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | 1806 - 330 sider
...more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way Along thy glades a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 sider
...thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, worka its \veedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 sider
...thy glassy brook. reflects the day, But, chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, airs Not for the Afti tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the king... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 sider
...chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sou u ding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops... | |
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