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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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The Dublin university magazine, Том 45

University magazine - 1855
...centralising power :— . " Deep in the shady tadneae of a Tale 8jt grey-hair'd Saturn, quiet a« a stone ; Forest on forest hung about his head, Like cloud on...of air was there. Not so much life as on a summer's doy Hobt not one light iced from the ftttbcr'd grasa. But inhere Ike dead UoS/tll, tktre did it rr»t."...

The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Том 45

1855
...centralising power : — 41 Deep In the shady sadness of a rale bat gruy-halr'd Saturn, quiet as a stone : Forest on forest hung about his head. Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air waa there, Not so much lite as on a summer's day Robs not one Hglit seed from the feather'd grass,...

The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1856 - 256 страници
...the 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...air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Hobs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest....

Works, Том 2

Leigh Hunt - 1859
...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 tne featherM grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest A stream went voiceless...

Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices ...

English poets - 1862
...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...there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs one light seed from the feather' d grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream...

Keatsii Hyperionis Libri Tres, Том 22

John Keats - 1863 - 87 страници
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sate 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...

Hyperionis Libri Tres: Latine Reddidiit Carolus Merivale

John Keats - 1863 - 87 страници
...healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sate 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 Museum. [entitled] The Museum and English journal of education, Томове 1–2

Museum and English journal of education - 1863
...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...air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Hobs not one light seed from the feather'd grass ; But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest....

The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a Life

John Keats - 1863 - 438 страници
...one star, Sat gray-haird Satarn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ;} T•" Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on...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...

Essays and poems, selected from the literary remains of F. Hinde

F. Hinde - 1864 - 124 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...




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