 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey ; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay: At last he rose, and twitch'd... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey ; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun had stretch' 'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay : At last he rose, and twitch'd... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay : And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay: At last he rose, and twitch'd... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 278
...the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey ; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay : And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay: At last he rose, and twitch'd... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay : And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay : At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue : To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. «" Without the meed of some... | |
 | John Milton - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 704
...the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun hath stretch' d out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay: At last he rose, and twitch'd... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...their necks out of it. Chanty is cold. EXPLANATIONS — CONVERSATION ON THE DRAMA WITH COLERIDGE. " At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue ; To-morrow to fresh fields and pastures new." WHT was not this No. XII. instead of No. XI. of the Acted Drama in London... | |
 | 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 874
...the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills. While the still Mom went out with sandals grey ; He touch'd n his Apostles, stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay : 191 At last he rose, and twitch'd... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, While the still morn went out with sandals grey ; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay : And now the sun had stretch'd out all the And now was dropp'd into the western bay : At last he rose, and twitch'd his... | |
 | John Milton - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Dorick lay : And now the sun had stretch'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay : At last he rose, and twitch'd his mantle blue : To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. 1 ' Angel : ' Michael, namely.... | |
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Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more, Henceforth thou art the genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. 
