 | Allen Thorndike Rice - 1879 - عدد الصفحات: 506
...ideal world of poetry : " Why lure me from these pale retreats ? Why rob me of these pensive sweets ? Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's...suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind, 323 As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west,... | |
 | Edmund Gosse - 1882 - عدد الصفحات: 246
...borrowing the more shell and outward echo of Gray's poetical performances. The famous While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray. which Gray pronounced "superlative," and which the modern reader must admit to bejrcity, belong also... | |
 | Edmund Gosse - 1882 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...borrowing the mere shell and outward echo of Gray's poetical performances. The famous "While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray," which Gray pronounced " superlative," and which the modern reader must admit to be pretty, belong also... | |
 | Burlington B. Wale - 1883 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...night, or the sudden gust of a rising storm. To such sounds the poet alludes in the following lines : " Can music's voice, can beauty's eye, Can painting's...to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind ; As droops this little weeping rill, Soft trickling down the moss-grown hill * While through the west,... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...remember his " English Garden," — longer than I remember his best couplet of verse : — " While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray." It was alleged, indeed, by those who loved to say ill• Of which the first hook was published in 1772.... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 434
...friend from any imputation of vanity, whatever becomes of myself, I shall here insert the passage : " While thro' the west, where sinks the crimson Day,...twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray." Pray don't suspect me of any such suspicions, as you mention. I would hardly believe you were tired... | |
 | 1888 - عدد الصفحات: 576
...faultering whispers wake. And Evening comes with locks bedropt with dew. — Micklc. While through the west, where sinks the crimson day. Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners grey. ilaso*. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth... | |
 | John Morley - 1894 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...borrowing the mere shell and outward echo of Gray's poetical performances. The famous " While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray," which Gray pronounced " superlative," and which the modern reader must admit to be pretty, belong also... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1896 - عدد الصفحات: 794
...door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more. LONGFELLOW : Footsteps of Angels. Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's...rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill ? While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and weaves her banners gray.... | |
 | 1900 - عدد الصفحات: 514
...ideal world of poetry : "Why lure me from these pale retreats? Why rob me of these pensive sweets? Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's...rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray?... | |
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Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's glowing hand supply, A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west, where sinks the... 
