 | Thomas Budd Shaw, William Smith - 1869 - 420 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, PROM " PARADISE... | |
 | 1869 - 436 sider
...— 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;...one that had been led astray Through the heaven's -vide pathless way, And oft, as if her hf d she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat... | |
 | English poetry - 1869 - 328 sider
...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 plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow... | |
 | John Livingston Lowes - 1927 - 688 sider
...which more than a century and a half before had soared above Milton's head as he walked at Horton, To behold the wandering Moon, Riding near her highest...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud** And the 'amber light' had borrowed a portion of its radiance from still another moon, and also from... | |
 | 1923 - 748 sider
...folly, Most musicall, most melancholy! Thee chauntress of the Woods among I woo to hear thy eeven-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...that had been led astray Through the Heaven's wide pathles way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a Plat of rising... | |
 | 1909 - 502 sider
...oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy I Thee, Chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song;...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... | |
 | Thomas N. Corns - 1993 - 340 sider
...literary being. Again it is a play of absence, the bird unheard, the poet unseen: Sweet Bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!...thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven Green. (lines 61 -6) At the centre of 'II Penseroso' is the poetic tower, site of mystical communion and poetic... | |
 | Dennis Danielson - 1999 - 320 sider
...give a delightsome freedom to its persona and its reader alike: And missing thee ]the nightingale), I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold...led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way. (// Penseroso, 65-70) It takes an effort of whimsy to take 'Riding' as referring back to T rather than... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 1012 sider
...oak; 60 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;...behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon,0 Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; 70 And oft, as if... | |
 | John Milton - 2006 - 94 sider
...melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy evensong; And, missing thee,I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold...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... | |
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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... 
