 We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.  The works of Samuel Johnson - Страница 117по Samuel Johnson - 1818Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | British poets - 1822 - 302 страници
...suppose how much he must miss the companion of his lahours, and the partner of his discoveries ; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines:...together heard What time the grey fly winds her sultry born, , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night. We know that they never drove a field, and... | |
 | 1822 - 284 страници
...Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft, till the star, that rose, at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1823 - 484 страници
...suppose how much he must miss the companion of his labours, and the partner of his discoveries ; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ? We drove a field, and both together heard,What time the ^rey fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1824 - 450 страници
...suppose how much he must miss the companion of his labours, and the partner of his discoveries; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ? We drove a field, and both together beard, What time the grey fly winds her sultry hora, fattening our flocks with the fresh dews of night.... | |
 | British anthology - 1824 - 460 страници
...Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star, that rose, at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 страници
...the opening eve-lids of the morn, We drove aheld, and both together heard What time the цгау-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks, with the fresh dews of night. Oft till the star that rose at evening, bright, "0 Tow'ard Heaven's desceñí had slop'd his west'ring... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 508 страници
...I We drove afield, and both together heard, What time the grey fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night. We know that they never drove afield, and that they had no flocks to batten ; and, though it be allowed that the representation may... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 506 страници
...? We drove afield, and both together heard, What time the grey fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night. We know that they never drove afield, and that they had no flocks to batten ; and, though it be allowed that the representation may... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 504 страници
...of his discoveries ; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ? We drove afield, and both together heard. What time the grey fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night. We know that they never drove afield, and that they... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1825 - 512 страници
...suppose how much he must miss the companion of his labours, and the partner of his discoveries ; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ? We drove afield, and both together heard, What time the grey fly winds her sultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks... | |
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