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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 Land of the Morning: An Account of Japan and Its People...

William Gray Dixon - 1882 - 689 страници
...motionless, unending vistas of trees — ' Forest on forest hung about our 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 feather'd grass ; But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.' Through...

The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and ..., Том 3

Mrs. Oliphant (Margaret) - 1882
...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 Eobs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A...

The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Томове 2–3

John Keats - 1883
...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 English Poets: Wordsworth to Tennyson

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883
...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...

Poetical Works and Other Writings, Том 2

John Keats - 1883
...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, LBut where the dead Ipaf fe'\\ l tVlprp Hid it rest, \ 10 A stream went voiceless...

A Dictionary of Quotations from English and American Poets

Henry George Bohn - 1883 - 761 страници
...Epis. ii. Line 97. QUIET. Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. 4111 Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto Hi. St. 42. 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. 4112 Keats: Hyperion. Bk. i. Line...

The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Wordsworth to Dobell ...

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883
...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...

Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1884
...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...

The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats, Francis Turner Palgrave - 1884 - 284 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 deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold...

A Hand-book of English and American Literature

Esther J. Trimble Lippincott - 1884 - 518 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 Bobs one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream...




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