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" Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where... "
The Massachusetts Quarterly Review - Страница 423
1849
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 страници
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-hair' d Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair;...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grasa, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 страници
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair;...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did itrest. A stream went...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 страници
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair;...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went...

The Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts

John Keats - 1846
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went...

Criticisms

John William Lester - 1847 - 355 страници
...ceased: suddenly the moon peered above the horizon, and, oh! how exquisitely serene were all things; " no stir of air was there, not so much life as on a summer's day robs one light seed from the feathered grass." The tower, the roof of the cottage, the tree-tops were silvered...

The gift book of English poetry

English poetry - 1848
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went...

Macphail's Edinburgh ecclesiastical journal and literary review, Томове 5–6

1848
...Kar from the fiery moon, and eve's one stnr, .Sat grey-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Süll as tlic silence round about his lair! Forest on forest hung...Not so much life as on a summer's day, Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest ; A stream went...

Bentley's miscellany, Том 23

1848
...CUTHBERT BEDE. ¿>ií;u«. — Where the unpierced shade Imbrown'd the noontide bowers. — MILTON. No stir of air was there ; Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it lie.— KEATS. 640...

Thoughts on the conduct of the understanding

Basil Montagu - 1849
...the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair;...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass ; But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. The voice I...

The Beauties of the British Poets: With a Few Introductory Observations...

George Croly - 1849 - 395 страници
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair...cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much of life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf...




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