 | 1843 - 750 страници
...above, That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. " Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green...with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built \vith peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious mom ? And,... | |
 | 1820 - 416 страници
...above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed A burning forehead and a parching tongue. IV. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green Altar, O mysterious Priest! Lead'st thou lhat Heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 страници
...far above, Thst leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green...the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands dressM ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or raountain-bnilt with peaceful citadel, Is emptied... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...far above, That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green...with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...far above, That leaves a heart high sorrowful and cloy'd, A hurning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green...priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-huilt with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this... | |
 | 1839 - 684 страници
...above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. 4. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green...citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Wilt silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 страници
...far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green...the skies. And all her silken flanks with garlands dnstf What iitile town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, MISCELLANEOCS... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 722 страници
...seem to have run (from a Greenwich pensioner to a Grecian vase), the truth of that sentiment, — " What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built...citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? Ana, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 страници
...burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice t To what green altar, О mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing...the skies. And all her silken flanks with garlands drestl What little town by river or sea-ehore. Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Ч I -Í .4N... | |
 | 1840 - 368 страници
...burning forehead and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, oh mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing...the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands dress'd ? What little town by river or seashore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied... | |
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Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? 
