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" And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering Moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a... "
The Life of John Milton: Narrated in Connexion with the Political ... - Страница 571
по David Masson - 1881
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Essays and Selections

Basil Montagu - 1837 - 400 страници
...supposing that the shore moves. This is not a deception of the senses but of the reason. So when we " Behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that has been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way And oft as if her head she how'd, Stooping...

Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles Lettres: Chiefly from the Lectures of Dr. Blair

Hugh Blair, Abraham Mills - 1838 - 372 страници
...considered as inimitably fine poems. Take, for instance, the following passage from the Penseroso : -I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To...heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curlew...

The Saturday Magazine, Томове 12–13

1838 - 544 страници
...choly have something of a pleasing turn, when we fore» walk forth— To behold the wand'ring MOOD, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.— MILTON'S If Pcnseroso. We will consider chiefly the circumstances which relate to the Moon as a celestial...

The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, Том 2

John Milton - 1838 - 496 страници
...Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering...noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; 70 And oft, as if her head she bovv'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud....

The Mythology of Ancient Greece and Italy

Thomas Keightley - 1838 - 1120 страници
...Eurip. Phom. 1132. Steph. Byz. t>. 'A/Jairis. e Ap. Sch. Eurip. ut mj>. " See Welcker, Tril. 127. ieq. To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led tutray Through the heaven's wide pathless way.— Milton. firmation of this theory, we are assured...

The Saturday Magazine, Том 13

1839 - 272 страници
...melancholy have something of a pleasing turn, when we love to walk forth — To behold the wand'ring Moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.— MILTON'S II Penteroso. We will consider chiefly the circumstances which relate to the Moon as a celestial...

Lectures on Rhetoric and Belles Lettres

Hugh Blair - 1839 - 702 страници
...circumstances in descriptive writing. Take, for instance, the following passage from tho Penseroso : • I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To...near her highest noon, Like one that had been led ast ray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft as if her head she bow'd Stooping thro" a fleecy...

The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes and a Life of the Author, Том 2

John Milton - 1839 - 496 страници
...Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering...noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; 70 And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud....

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 48

1840 - 880 страници
...was pursuing, and in need of a guide to lead her along the sea-like sameness of the untrodden sky ? " I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." May we not readily, too, assimilate the course that she thus purely and patiently pursues amidst the...

Selections from the British Poets, Том 1

Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 страници
...Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven...heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud, Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off Curfew...




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