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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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The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, Брой 799

John Keats - 1874
...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...

Janet Doncaster

Dame Millicent Garrett Fawcett - 1875 - 314 страници
...OAZHTTKST 273 XX. CHOOSING 288 XXI. THE END ....... 310 JANET DONCASTEB. CHAPTEE I. NORBOROUGH. Ho stir of air was there, > Not so much life as on a summer's day Sobs not one light seed from the feather'd grass. KEATS. THERE are probably few English people who...

Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2

Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876
...S^till as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. u have not the slightest invention or original genius whatever, though you are the greatest trad feathered TOSS. But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still...

Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 2

Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876
...of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered lion's head ; and was daily burnished with such religious zeal, that it was ofttimes worn out by t more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Pressed her cold...

Studies in English, prose and poetry, ed. and annotated by H.C. Bowen

Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1876
...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 one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream...

Cassell's library of English literature, selected, ed. and arranged ..., Том 4

Cassell, ltd - 1876
...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 Bobs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest....

Janet: A Novel ...

Dame Millicent Garrett Fawcett - 1878 - 316 страници
...JANET'S TOWER 270 XIX. LEAVING OAK HURST 281 XX. CHOOSING 297 XXI. THE END 319 CHAPTER I. NO KBO ROUGH. 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. KBATS. 'HERE are probably few English people who do not know many such villages as...

Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. Bowen

Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1879
...Still as the silence round about his lair; 5 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. 10 A stream went voiceless by, still...

Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Том 5

Robert Chambers - 1879
...Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on Forest hung about his head Like clond on clond. 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 clead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless bv, still...

John Keats: A Study

Frances Mary Owen - 1880 - 183 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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