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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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The beauties of the British poets: with a few introductory observations...

1849 - 395 страници
...Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much of 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 voiceless by, still...

Beauties of the British Poets ...

George Croly - 1850 - 395 страници
...air was there, Not so much of life as on a summer's day Robs not one liglit 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...

Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century in Six Lectures

David Macbeth Moir - 1851 - 330 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...

American Whig Review, Том 14

1851
...Miltonic. The silence is sublime, and tho sound of the verse rolls off constantly into a silence. " No stir of air was there ; Not so much life as on a summer's day Kobe nut one light seed from the feathered grass, But whore the dead leaf fell, there did it rest....

Chambers's pocket miscellany

Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852
...Still as tho 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 day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1854
...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 featner'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still...

Chambers's Pocket Miscellany, Томове 5–6

William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1854
...stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer day Robs not 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. * * Along the margin sand large footmarks...

Beauties of the British Poets, with a Few Introd. Observations

George Croly (Rev., ed) - 1854
...air was there, Not so much of life us 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 voiceless by, still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Pressed her cold...

Chambers's Pocket Miscellany, Том 3

William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1854
...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 day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did...

The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1855 - 350 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 feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still...




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