 | William Collins - 1802 - 206 страници
...saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best. They would have thought who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings,... | |
 | William Collins - 1802 - 198 страници
...saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best. They would have thought who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, " To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings,... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 168 страници
...the brisk awak'ning viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best : They would have thought who heard the strain They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings,... | |
 | William Collins - 1804 - 166 страници
...the brisk awak'ning viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best : They would have thought who heard the strain They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings,... | |
 | 1806 - 408 страници
...the brisk, awakening viol, "Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd die best. They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unweary'd minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings,... | |
 | 1806 - 184 страници
...the hrisk-awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the hest. They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings.... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 страници
...the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best. They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss d the strings,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...the brisk-awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best. They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids. Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 554 страници
...the brisk-awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd Ihe best. They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'a the strings,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 556 страници
...the brisk-awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best. They would have thought, who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids, Amidst the fes!;il sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the... | |
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Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round: Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand... 
