 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 страници
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades,...tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall, And trembling, shrinking... | |
 | 1800 - 322 страници
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaryM cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 страници
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades,...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 страници
...tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. No more...all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away thy children leave the land. Ill... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 страници
...thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But chok'd with sedges works its weary way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | 1806 - 330 страници
..."/r/ • '/i< //i,'/,li//if<ftft><-''/'"/" ) No more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way Along thy glades...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 страници
...thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Alonif thy Blades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 страници
...half a tillage tints thy smiling plain ; Is'o more thy glassy brook. reflects the day, But, chok'd their car,1^ Not mend their minds: assometochupch repairs Not for the Afti tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the king... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 страници
...smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, worka its \veedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 656 страници
...thy smiling plain : No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But chok'd with sedges works its weary way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest. The hollow-sounding...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, .And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
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And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way. Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing... 
