 | 1821 - 778 sider
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer. " Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer I Ave Alaria ! 'tis the hour of love... | |
 | 1821 - 800 sider
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And 'not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer. " Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821 - 460 sider
...and softy While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day -hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with CHI. Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of prayer? Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love ! Ave... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 sider
...and soft, White swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirred with prayer. CHI. . Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer I Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 sider
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air. And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirred with prayer. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 sider
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred witb prayer. Ave Maria ! may our spirits dare Look up to thine and lo thy Sou's above ? Ave Maria !... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 sider
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves scem'd stirr'd with prayer. cHI. Ave Maria! 't is the hour of prayer! Ave Maria! 't is the hour of... | |
 | 1826 - 488 sider
...and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air. And yet the forest-leaves seemed stirred with prayer. Ave Maria! 'tis the hour of prayer! Ave Maria! 'tis the hour... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 sider
...and soft. While swung the deep bell in the distant lower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer. Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love ! Ave Maria! may our spirits... | |
 | John Richard Beste - 1831 - 202 sider
...sentiments of the following passage in Canto III. stanzas en. and civ. compel me to quote them : " And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seemed stirred with prayer. Some kinder casuists are pleased to say, In nameless print, that I have no devotion ; But set those... | |
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Ave, Maria ; blessed be the hour, The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower, Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft,... 
