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" Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the churchyard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground. "
The Mirror of literature, amusement, and instruction [ed. by T. Byerley ... - Страница 369
под редакцията на - 1823
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The Mirror: no. 1-36, Jan. 23, 1779-May 19, 1779

1781 - 316 страници
...dreary fhore, The fluggifh ftreams that flowly creep below, Which mortals vifit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains...church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with ftill filence reigns, And the rank grafs waves o'er the cheerlefs ground. There let me wander at the...

A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Wilkie. Dodsley. Shaw ...

1795 - 1334 страници
...flrcanuth.it fiovily creep below, Whieh mortal* Tifit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fieWs ! ye cheerful plains ' Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where melancholy with Ihll nlcnce reigns, And the rank grais wave» o'er lue chceikfl ground. tut. • THE WORKS OF BRUCE....

The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Том 35

British essayists - 1802 - 216 страници
...Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields! ye cheerful plains! Enough lor me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy...o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of eve, Whin sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world and all its busy follies leave,...

Select British Classics, Том 31

1803 - 308 страници
...dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains...o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world and all its busy follies leave,...

The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected

Chaplet - 1805 - 238 страници
...creep helow, Where mortals visit and return no more. Farewell, ye hlooming fields, ye cheerful plain* ! Enough for me the church-yard's lonely mound, Where...melancholy with still silence reigns. And the rank grass wares o'er the cheeriest' ground. There let' me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on...

Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 2

Robert Southey - 1807 - 472 страници
...dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains...o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eye The world and all its busy follies leave,...

The British Essayists, Том 34

Alexander Chalmers - 1807 - 354 страници
...dreary shore. The sluggish streams that slowly creep helow, . Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains...o-er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world and all its busy follies leave,...

The British Essayists;: Mirror

Alexander Chalmers - 1807 - 336 страници
...dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below., Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains...reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless crounA There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world...

The British Essayists;: Mirror

Alexander Chalmers - 1807 - 338 страници
...dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains...with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves e'er the cheerless ground There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's...

Specimens of the British poets, Том 2

British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields! ye cheerful plains!...let me wander at the shut of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes ; The world and all its busy follies leave, And talk with Wisdom where...




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