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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... "
New Monthly Magazine - Страница 247
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 страници
...was there, 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 voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad, 'mid her reeds, Press'd...

The Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts

John Keats - 1846 - 256 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...

The Poetical Works of John Keats, Страница 1

John Keats - 1847 - 256 страници
...was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd gross, 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...

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...

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

1848
...Süll as tlic 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...

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 THE DANISH SEAMAN'S...

The gift book of English poetry

English poetry - 1848
...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...

The Christian teacher. [Continued as] The Prospective review, ed. by ..., Том 4

National review - 1848
...as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair." The air around was still and " Wliere tfie 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 Press'd her cold...

Thoughts on the conduct of the understanding

Basil Montagu - 1849 - 268 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. The voice I hear this passing night...

The Massachusetts Quarterly Review, Том 2

1849
...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 li^ht seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went...




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