 | John Milton - 1855 - 900 sider
...moonshine, and the melancholy music of the nightingale. — T. WARTOÄ. _J 70 n And, missing tbec, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold...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 curfeu... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1856 - 252 sider
...the mom, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn." " Missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." It is evident that Stewart's explanation utterly fails in all these instances ; for there is in them... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1856 - 252 sider
...the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn." " Missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." It is evident that Stewart's explanation utterly fails in all these instances ; for there is in them... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - 528 sider
...general work and sentiment of the world, is a source of much perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 sider
...hear thy even-song ; And missing thoe, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, 240 SUMMER JULY. To behold the wandering moon. Riding near her highest...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 sider
...Night : While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon Hiding near her highest noon, Like one that had been... | |
 | John Milton - 1857 - 664 sider
...night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak ; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 sider
...musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft, the 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 plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow... | |
 | John Milton, Thomas Keightley - 1859 - 492 sider
...fio Sweet bird, that shmmest the noise, of folly, Most musieal, most melaneholy ! Thee, ehantress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song ;...moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that has been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, 70 And ofI, as if her head she bowed, Stooping... | |
 | David Masson - 1859 - 714 sider
...Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly — Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntrcss, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song;...wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping... | |
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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... 
