 Even now his eyei with fmiles of rapture glow, As on he wanders through the fcenes of morn. Where the frefh flowers in living luftre blow, Where thoufand pearls the dewy lawns adorn, A thoufand notes of joy in every breeze are borne.  Demetrius, a Russian Romance - Pàgina 241813Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Edmund Burke - 1772 - 656 pàgines
...not fo, For how (hould he at wicked chance repine, Who feels from every change amufement flow ? F.ven now his eyes with fmiles of rapture glow, As on he wanders through the fcenes of morn, Where the frefh flowers in living luftre blow, Where thoufand pearls the dewy lawns adorn, A thoufand notes of... | |
 | 1785 - 316 pàgines
...fo,. For how fhould he at wicked chance repine^ Who feels from every change ainufement flow ?' Even now his eyes with fmiles of rapture glow,, As on he wanders through the fcene of morn, W^here the frefh flowers in living luftre blow, Where thoufand pearls the dewy lawns... | |
 | 1803 - 582 pàgines
...wicked chance repine, Who feels from every changé amufement flow ? Eve.n now his eyes with (miles of rapture glow, ^ As on he wanders through the fcenes of morn, Where the freih flowers in living luftre blow, Where thoufand pearls the dewy lawns adorn, A thoufand notes of... | |
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