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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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Development of English Literature and Language

Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882
...breath of morn. Far from the flery noon, and eve's one star, Sat grey-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a tlont, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, Bnt where the dead leaf fell, there did It rat.' You will never...

The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and ..., Том 3

Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882
...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 Kobs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A...

The Wulfrunian

Wolverhampton sch
...shady sadness of a vale— 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;...on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud Along the margin-sand lai ge footmarks went, No further than to where his feet had strayed, And slept...

The Land of the Morning: An Account of Japan and Its People...

William Gray Dixon - 1882 - 689 страници
...and around, nothing but motionless, unending vistas of trees — ' Forest on forest hung about our head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was 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.' Through...

The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Томове 2–3

John Keats - 1883
...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 English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Wordsworth to Dobell ...

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883
...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 feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went...

Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883
...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 feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went...

Poetical Works and Other Writings, Том 2

John Keats - 1883
...eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; 5 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, LBut where the dead Ipaf fe'\\ l tVlprp Hid it rest, \ 10 A stream...

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

Leigh Hunt - 1883 - 315 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...head, Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead, leaf fell, there did it rest....

A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets

Henry George Bohn - 1883 - 761 страници
...Epis. ii. Line 97. QUIET. Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. 4111 Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto Hi. St. 42. 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 rest. 4112 Keats: Hyperion....




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