 Night and silence call out the starry fancies. Milton's Morning Hymn in Paradise, we would hold a good wager, was penned at midnight; and Taylor's rich description of a sun-rise smells decidedly of the taper.  Biographical Essays - Pàgina 178per Thomas De Quincey - 1851 - 288 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Charles Lamb - 1909 - 444 pàgines
...goes out in the 3* sunshine. Night and silence call out the starry fancies. Milton's Morning Hymn on Paradise, we would hold a good wager, was penned at...description of a sunrise smells decidedly of the taper. Even ourself, in these our humbler lucubrations tune our best-measured cadences (Prose has her cadences)... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1907 - 264 pàgines
...the sun-shine. Night and silence call out the starry fancies. Milton's Morning Hymn in Paradise,17 we would hold a good wager, was penned at midnight ; and Taylor's rich description of a sun-rise 18 smells decidedly of the taper. Even ourselves, in these our humbler lucubrations, tune our best... | |
 | 1908 - 408 pàgines
...fires on the domestic hearth, goes out in the sunshine. Night and silence call out the starry fancies. Milton's Morning Hymn in Paradise, we would hold a...description of a sunrise smells decidedly of the taper. Even ourself, in these our humbler lucubrations, tune our best measured cadences (Prose has her cadences)... | |
 | David Josiah Brewer - 1908 - 454 pàgines
...domestic hearth, goes out in the sunshine. Night and silence call out the starry fancies. Milton'aa Morning Hymn in Paradise," we would hold a good wager,...description of a sunrise smells decidedly of the taper. Even ourself, in these our humbler lucubrations, tune our best-measured cadences (Prose has her cadences)... | |
 | 1858 - 688 pàgines
...fires on the domestic hearth, goes out in the sunshine. Night and silence call out the starry fancies. Milton's Morning Hymn in Paradise, we would hold a good wager, was penned at midnight; and Taylor's richer description of a sunrise smells decidedly of the taper. Even ourself, in these our humbler lucubrations,... | |
 | Paul Milton Fulcher - 1927 - 336 pàgines
...fires on the domestic hearth, goes out in the sunshine. Night and silence call out the starry fancies. Milton's Morning Hymn in Paradise, we would hold a...description of a sunrise smells decidedly of the taper. Even ourself, in these our humbler lucubrations, tune our best-measured cadences (Prose has her cadences)... | |
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