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" tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truely told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon... "
The Edinburgh Annual Register - Страница 249
под редакцията на - 1825
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The Christian Observer, Том 11

1813 - 996 страници
...Mendeli's marbles glare ; A rl,glury, freedom tails, but Nature slill is fair. •'Where'er we trend, 'lis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould ! But one vast realm ol wonder spreads nround, And all the Muse's tales seem truly lo:d, Till the sense aches with guziug...

The Scots Magazine and Edinburgh Literary Miscellany, Том 74

1812 - 1020 страници
...summer gilds, Still in his beam Mcndcli's marbles glare ; Art, Glory, Freedom fails, but Nature still is fair. Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in volgar mould ! But one vast realm of wonder spreads around. And all the Muse's tales seem truly told,...

Proceedings of the American Philosophical Society Held at ..., Томове 37–38

American Philosophical Society - 1808 - 622 страници
...childlike simplicity and naivete. They translate the reader into a realm of extravagant fancy where " One vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the muse's tales seem truly told." The gold that is sown so liberally is fairy gold, and the kings and princesses are fairy people. Not...

The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Том 19

1811 - 546 страници
...summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare : Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair. • ' Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground,...lost in vulgar mould ; But one vast realm of wonder spread* around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold...

The Quarterly Theological Magazine, and Religious Repository ..., Том 1

1813 - 486 страници
...Mendeli's marbles glare; Art, glory, freedom tails, but Nature still is fair. " AVhere'er we tr«*ad, 'tis haunted, holy ground; No earth of thine is lost...But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all (he Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aehcs with gazing to belmUl The Bcenrs our earliest...

Travels in Various Countries of Europe, Asia and Africa: Greece, Egypt, and ...

Edward Daniel Clarke - 1818 - 544 страници
...reader of taste and genius that vivid impression which can be communicated by no other band : — " Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted holy ground; No earth of thine is lott in vulgar mould ; The Papas, or priest, at Kotttmala, told us CHAP. that this village had changed...

The works of ... lord Byron, Томове 1–2

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 384 страници
...beam Mendeli's marbles glare; Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair. LXXXV1II. Where'et we tread -'tis haunted, holy ground; No earth of thine...realm of wonder spreads around, And all "the Muse's lales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have...

The Pocket magazine of classic and polite literature. [Continued as] The ...

1832 - 612 страници
...none can ever own the love I huried deep with thee ! ANCIENT GREECE. 1 Where'er we tread 'lis hannled, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spread* around, And all the Muses' laks seem truly told.' — Byrtm. TIME and harharism have indeed...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 85

1820 - 608 страници
...Which sages venerate, and bards adore, As Pallas and the MUSC unveil their awful tore. • • • Where'er we tread 'tis haunted holy ground, No earth...mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And ill the muse's tale teems truly told, ТШ the sense aches with gazing to behold The «cenes our earliest...

Lord Byron's Works ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 страници
...in his beam Mrndeli's marbles glare ; Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair. LXXXVIII. Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth...thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of svonder spreads arounds, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing...




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