 | Lindley Murray - 1829 - 216 sider
...spiing Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and...the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wjngM* And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. 3 Not a breeze '... | |
 | Johann Georg Zimmermann - 1830 - 416 sider
...walk, And loves unfelt attract bim. Not a breeze flics o'er the meadow; not a cloud imbibes The suiting sun's effulgence ; not a strain from all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, hut whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. Nor thence partake Fresh pleasure only... | |
 | James Flamank - 1833 - 414 sider
...spring Distils her dews, and from her silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and...the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wing ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him." Pope Julian II.... | |
 | Thomas Brown - 1833 - 800 sider
...for him the hand Of Autumn tinges, every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the mom. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings, And still new beauties meet his lonely walks. And loves unfelt attract him. Not a bix-f/iFlics o'er the meadnw,— not a cloud imbibes The... | |
 | Andrew Thomson - 1835 - 302 sider
...spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and...imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain ITOIH all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure,... | |
 | Frederic Shoberl - 1835 - 406 sider
...MONTGOMERY. No spring or summer's beauty hath such grace As I_have seen in one Autumnal face. DONNE. Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Go to the silent Autumn woods I There has goue forth a spirit stern ; Its wing has waved in triumph... | |
 | Mark Akenside - 1835 - 416 sider
...Spring Distills her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. 590 Each passing Hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And... | |
 | Johann Georg Zimmermann - 1836 - 202 sider
...for him the baud Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the mem. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And...effulgence ; not a strain From all the tenants of the warblingshade Ascends, but wkence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. Nor thence partake... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1836 - 264 sider
...spr.ng Distils her dews, arid from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming, gold, a,nd...morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; Ami still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. 3 Not a breeze Flies o'er... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1837 - 276 sider
...spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile bra'nch With blooming gold, and...; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence ; Jiot a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade AsceniTs : but whence his bosom can partake... | |
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His tuneful breast enjoys. For him, the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. 
