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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... "
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Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866
...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...

A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets

Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 715 страници
...steersman's part Is vigilance; blow it rough or smooth.Scott,FortuneiifNiffel,^3STILLNESS — see Right. .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. STOICS—we Pride. As monumental...

The Life and Letters of John Keats

John Keats, Richard Monckton Milnes Baron Houghton, Richard Monckton Milnes (Baron Houghton) - 1867 - 363 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 Had rested, and there slept how long a sleep ! * Degraded, cold, [upon the sodden ground His old right...

Gems of English Poetry from Chaucer to the present times. Selected and ...

Mrs. Mary Anne MARZIALS - 1867
...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 feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did...

Gems of English Poetry from Chaucer to the present times. Selected and ...

Mrs. Mary Anne MARZIALS - 1867
...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 feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did...

English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 798 страници
...the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No frtir 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...

Lancashire Sketches

Edwin Waugh - 1869 - 309 страници
...blue dome looked down, grandly-calm, upon the landscape, which was covered with a glorious sunshine. 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...

New Outlook, Том 118

1918
...green-eared corn." " Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not at all the dandelion's fleece.' •• Not so much life as on a .summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass." So he forces words into new and enlarged meanings in the now famous lines : ••...

THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN KEATS.

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL - 1871
...silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No qfir n£ ai^ was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, Bu^jwher^the^dead leaf fell, there did it rest*. A stream went voicelesTbv, still...

The poetical works of John Keats, ed. by W.B. Scott

John Keats - 1873 - 351 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...




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