 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 784 страници
...only genuine emotion can supply." •H FROM THE LETTER FROM ITALY. For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;...around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground ; For here the muse so oft her harp has strung, That not a mountain rears its head unsving; Kenown'd... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 страници
...Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.* The Campaign. Line 29i. For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded...around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.! A Letter from Italy. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens,... | |
 | Kate Sanborn - 1869 - 306 страници
...now Lord Halifax, is considered his best effort in verse. I will give you a few lines from this : " Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground ; For here the Muse so oft her harp has strung, That not a mountain rears its head unsung ; Renowned... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1869 - 570 страници
...equorum.' Ver. 258. oer all wtclassic grouttdi\ Alludes to Mr Addison's verse, in the praises of Italy: 'Poetic fields encompass me around,* And still I seem to tread on classic ground." [Letter from Italy to Lord Halifax.} As v. 264 is a parody on a noble one of tJ~ ; same author in The... | |
 | Robert Inglis - 1870 - 592 страници
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 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 страници
...HALIFAX. FOR wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes in shining prospect rise,Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground ; For here the muse so oft her harp has strung, That not a mountain rears its head unsung ; Renown'd... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 страници
...directs the btorm.1 Ibid. Line 291. And those that paint them truest praise them most.2 Ibid. Line ult. For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded...encompass me around. And still I seem to tread on classic ground.2 A Letter from Italy. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 страници
...directs the storm.1 Ibid. Line 291. And those that paint them truest praise them most.' ibid. Lint ult. For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded...around. And still I seem to tread on classic ground.* A Letter from Italy. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens,... | |
 | Henry Irwin Jenkinson - 1875 - 346 страници
...green sward on the bank of the river and through as charming a dell as it is possible to imagine. " Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground." Presently, at a bend in the glen, the Popping Stone is reached, where Sir Walter Scott is said to have... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 страници
...walks of every day deceased, And smiles an angel, or a fury frowns. YOUNG: Night Thoughts. POETRY. Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground. ADDISON. Methinks heroic poesy, till now, Like some fantastic fairy-land did show. COWLEY. He loved... | |
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For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around And still I seem to tread on classic ground... 
