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" The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water,... "
A Tour Through Holland, Along the Right and Left Banks of the Rhine, to the ... - الصفحة 116
بواسطة Sir John Carr - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 301
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A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The ...

British poets - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 676
...sheep, I should be merry as the day is long. SHIP. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfum'd, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver, Suppose, that you have seen,...

The Plays, المجلد 8

William Shakespeare - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 422
...devised well for her. Eno. I will tell you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes...

Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement, المجلد 1

Robert Plumer Ward - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...but with a precision of diction which only made the beautiful passage more impressive, repeated : " ' The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, ' Burnt...the poop was beaten gold, ' Purple the sails, and so perfumed that ' The winds grew love-sick with them. The oars were silver, ' Which to the tune of flutes...

Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement, المجلد 1

Robert Plumer Ward - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 366
...made the beautiful passage more impressive, repeated : " ' The barge she sat in, like a burnish 'd throne, ' Burnt on the water : the poop was beaten gold, ' Purple the sails, and so perfumed that ' The winds grew love-sick with them. The oars were silvw, ' Which to the tune of flutes...

Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement, المجلد 1

Robert Plumer Ward - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 732
...beautiful passage more impressive, repeated : ' ' The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd ihnnie, ' Burnt on the water : the poop was beaten gold, * Purple the sails, and so perfumed that ' The winds grew love-sick with them. The oars were silver, ' Which to the tune of flutes...

A New Universal Biography: First series, from the creation to the birth of ...

John Platts - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 1006
...of poets and historians. The following is Shakespeare's description of it, imitated from Plutarch. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne Burnt on the waves ; the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick...

The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Timon of Athens. Coriolanus ...

William Shakespeare - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 556
...invite her to supper. Eno. I will tell you: The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne . ', Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were lovesick with them: the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes...

The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes ..., الجزء 23،المجلد 8

William Shakespeare - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...invite her to supper. Eno. I will tell you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne 'a, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; "Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were lovesick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes...

The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens ..., المجلد 6

William Shakespeare - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 578
...reporter Revised well for her. Eno. I will tell you: The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes...

Monthly Review; Or Literary Journal Enlarged

Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 590
...the medium of Mr. JK Hervey's kindred verses. ' The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold: Purple the sails ; and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes...




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