 | John Milton - 1847 - 604 sider
...oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song...Heaven's wide pathless way And, oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far off curfew... | |
 | John Milton - 1848 - 154 sider
...night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird, that, shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 sider
...woods among, I woo to hear thy evening song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a p.at of rising ground, I hear the far off curfew sound, Over some wide watered shore, Swinging slow... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 sider
...woods among, I woo to hear thy evening song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a piat of rising ground, I hear the far off curfew sound, Over some wide watered shore, Swinging slow... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 sider
...musical, most melancholy! Thee, Vhautress, oft, these woods among;, I woo, to hear thy evening song: And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud,. Oft, on a plot of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow,... | |
 | Cyrus R. Edmonds - 1851 - 418 sider
...Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering...led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. 52. That yon soars.'] That... | |
 | John Milton - 1852 - 424 sider
...Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, , I hear the far-off curfew... | |
 | 1852 - 874 sider
...Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke. Gently o'er the accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st N * bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud, Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off Curfeu... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 sider
...sleep among the ancients 3 ie thin, transparent. 3 The goddess of the moon. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft,... | |
 | John Milton - 1852 - 350 sider
...oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ;...noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft... | |
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Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the... 
