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" TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON. 1TCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast, On which the self-same tints still seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain? "
Sonnets, and Other Poems - Side 20
af William Lisle Bowles - 1796 - 128 sider
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Poems

John Aikin - 1791 - 282 sider
...remembrance keep To soothe me with fair views and fancies rude When I pursue my path in solitude. SONNET VII. RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON. 1TCHIN, when I behold thy...many a summer's day has past Since, in life's morn, I carol 'd on thy side ? Is it — that oft, since then, my heart has sigh'd, As Youth, and Hope's delusive...
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The Naval Chronicle, Bind 1

James Stanier Clarke, Stephen Jones, John Jones - 1799 - 640 sider
...behold thy kinks again, Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver brcait, On which the self-same tints Kill seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain ? If it — that many a summer's day has past Since, in life's morn, 1 carol'd on thy side f Is it...
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Sonnets, and Other Poems, Bind 1

William Lisle Bowles - 1800 - 208 sider
...and fancies mde, * When I pursue my path in solitude. SONNET VII. RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON. ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin,...silver breast, On which the self-same tints still seem'd to rest, Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain ? Is it — that many a summer's day...
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Sonnets, and Other Poems

William Lisle Bowles - 1805 - 216 sider
...and fancies rude, When I pursue my path in solitude. SONNET VII. RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON. ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin,...silver breast, On which the self-same tints still seem'd to rest, Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain? Is it — that many a summer's day...
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The Pains of Memory: A Poem. In Two Books

Peregrine Bingham - 1811 - 126 sider
...footstep trudges; him, nor Care •Itchin, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin, and tlty silver breast, On which the self-same tints still...Why feels my heart the shiv'ring sense of pain ? Is it—that many a summer's day has past Since, in life's morn, I carol'd on thy side ? Is it—that...
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Laura; or, An anthology of sonnets ... and elegiac quatorzains ..., Bind 3

Capel Lofft - 1813 - 274 sider
...Jul. 1773. CCCXXVII. BOWLES. (vn.) TO THE RIVER 1TCHIN; NEAR WINTON. ITCHIN, when I behold thy bants again, Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast...self-same tints still seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shivering sense of pain? 8. Is it, that many a Summer's day has past Since, in Life's Morn, I caroll'd...
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The Life of Thomas Ken, D.D., Deprived Bishop of Bath and Wells: Viewed in ...

William Lisle Bowles - 1831 - 372 sider
...to attempt putting some of Ken's probable, because natural sentiments, into my own language. Itchen, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin and thy silver breast, Where still the self-same shadows seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shivering sense of pain ? Is...
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Specimens of English Sonnets

Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 sider
...And snatch him cold and speechless from the wave. WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN. ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin,...self-same tints still seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shivering sense of pain ? Is it — that many a summer's day has past Since, in life's morn, I caroll'd...
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Specimens of English Sonnets

1833 - 240 sider
...snatch him cold and speechless from the wave. 186 166 WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES. TO THE RIVER 1TCHIN. ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast, ()u which the self-same tints still seem to rest, Why feels my heart the shivering sense of pain ?...
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Scenes and shadows of days departed; a narrative, accompanied with poems of ...

William Lisle Bowles - 1837 - 180 sider
...alders, and thy breast, On which the shades of old, still seem to rest, Why feels my heart a moment's sense of pain ? Is it — that many a summer's day has past Since, in life's morn, I caroll'd on thy side ? Is it — that oft, since then, my heart has sigh'd, As Youth, and Hope's delusive...
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