 O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course, .... And many a stream allures her to its source. ' Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so...  The Pleasures of Memory: With Other Poems - Страница 31по Samuel Rogers - 1802 - 187 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 260 страници
...by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. | Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, t Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy...scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confined! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell?... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 276 страници
...Crushed by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, u Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy...scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confined! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell... | |
 | 1817 - 494 страници
...summer, is an animal of singular beauty. Hark ! the BEE winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to saluto the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends...her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye no finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1820 - 160 страници
...sky. Crushed by the meagre hand, when welcomed from Hark the bee winds her small but mellow horn, (19) Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. vl'is noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought.... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1822 - 340 страници
...Crushed by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn," Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy...scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full, its vision so confined! "Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell... | |
 | William Kirby, William Spence - 1823 - 556 страници
...hive itselfb : just as a man is guided to his house from his memory of its position relative to other O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course, And many...scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full, its vision so confined ! Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell ? Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell... | |
 | Edward Bevan - 1827 - 444 страници
...excursive flights to a distance, and referred to her bending her course homewards again, he observes, " That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense,...scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full, its vision so confined !" And he concludes that it is by the aid of memory that she retraces her passage back to... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...from the shy. Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. ui thymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. I i> noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought. Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 страници
...the bee (21) winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thy my downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. *T is noon, Ч is night. That eye so finely wrought. Beyond (he search of sens«.', the soar of thought,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 516 страници
...meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! Ihe bee (31) winds her small but mellow hom, Blilhe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, Ч is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,... | |
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