 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 страници
...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 dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | 1843 - 744 страници
...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 dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | 1843 - 744 страници
...about his lair; Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Forest on forest hung about his head 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 voiceless by, still... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...stir of air was there, Not so much life as ou a summer's day Robs one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Pressed her cold... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...Still as the «ilcnce 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 one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 страници
...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 dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...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 dead leaf fell, there did itrest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...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 dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 страници
...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 dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 страници
...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. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade: the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd... | |
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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... 
