 | 1820 - 876 pàgines
...;— The sound of waters, too, is here, — that stream, Whose banks I love to call the poet's haunt. Soothes with its ceaseless murmur,— opposite My...boughs On the green circle, like a summer shower Slow fafiing from unagitated leaves, Some glancing drops of light are chequering still; Now is the ivy colour'd... | |
 | 1820 - 730 pàgines
...;— The sound of waters, too, is here, — that stream. Whose books I love to call the poet's haunt, Soothes with its ceaseless murmur, — opposite My...there Plays strange vagaries, — now a flood of light Spreadslike a sheet of snow along the plain,— Now all is darkness, save that through the boughs On... | |
 | 1820 - 990 pàgines
...sound of waters, too, is here,— that ; stKwm,;r; -lit! Whose banks I love to call the poet's haunt, Soothes with its ceaseless murmur,— opposite My...the moonshine there Plays strange vagaries, — now* flood of light Spreadslike a sheet of snow along the plain, — Now all is darkness, save that through... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1820 - 666 pàgines
...My window is a poplar, all whose- leavn Flutter most musical— the moonshine there Plays strängt vagaries — now a flood of light Spreads like a sheet of snow ulong the plain, — Now all is darkness, save thai through the boughs Un the ereen circle, like a... | |
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Moves slowly, and upon the moonlight ground The shadow casts an ever-varying stain ; — The sound of waters, too, is here, — that stream, Whose banks I love to call the poet's haunt, Soothes with its ceaseless murmur, — opposite My window is a poplar,... 