 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 626 страници
...A pearl around the locks of night ! Still as we pass in softened hum, Along the breezy alleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we...sugarcane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel ! ' Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 страници
...A pearl around the locks of night ! Still as we pass in softened hum, Along the breezy alleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we...sugarcane? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel ! ' Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 620 страници
...A pearl around the locks of night ! Still as we pass in softened hum, Along the breezy alleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we...sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It ig — it must be — Philomel ! Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 628 страници
...A pearl around the locks of night ! Still as we pass in softened hum, Along the breezy alleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we...sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel ! Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1828 - 618 страници
...A pearl around the locks of night. Still, as we pass, in softened hum, Along the breezy alleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still, as we...sugar-cane? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel ! Enough, enough ; the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze... | |
 | 1828 - 588 страници
...pearl around the locks of night ! Still as we pass in soften 'd hum, Along the breezy valleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we...sugar-cane? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is, — it must he, — Philomel ! Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... | |
 | 1828 - 580 страници
...pearl around the locks of night ! Still as we pass in soften 'd hum, Along the breezy valleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we...she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of suffar-canc? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is, — it must be, — Philomel ! Enough, enough,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 страници
...as we pass in softened hum, Along the breezy alleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Siill as we pass, from bush and briar, The shrill cigala...sugarcane? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel ! ' Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... | |
 | 1828 - 636 страници
...we pass in softened hum, Along the breezy alleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still aa we pass, from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes...sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel ! Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 340 страници
...A pearl around the locks of night ! Still as we pass in soften'd hum, Along the breezy valleys come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we...lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills thiough yon copse of sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is, — it must be, — Philomel... | |
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The shrill cigala strikes his lyre. And what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it... 
