 Yet wandering I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden had been. Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of nature, it drew, From...  The Pathfinder - Pàgina 81per James Fenimore Cooper - 1840Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Moses Severance - 1835 - 314 pàgines
...hunter of deer and the warrior trodc, . To his hills that encircle the sea. Z. Yet wand'ring, I foTmd on my ruinous walk, By the dial stone aged and green;...left on its stalk, To mark where a garden had been. Like a brotherless hermit, the last of Hs race, All wild in the silence of Nature, it drew, From each... | |
 | Richard Richardson - 1835 - 544 pàgines
...disappeared, like its founder ; and it is even possible that there may not remain at this moment, .' One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, " To mark where that garden has been." Most assuredly, no one, in now looking over the Catalogue, could expect to find... | |
 | 1836 - 514 pàgines
...his hills that encircle Ihe sea. Yet wandering, I found on my niinom wn!!>, By the dial-stone nged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark w:here a garden had been. Like a brother-less hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of nature, it drew From each... | |
 | David Irving - 1836 - 432 pàgines
...are instantly lost—Harris's Hermes. '. Yet, wand'ring I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden bad been : Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of Nature it drew... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 360 pàgines
...trode, To his hills that encircle the sea. Yet wandering, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden had been. Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of nature, it drew From each... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 332 pàgines
...hunter of deer and the warrior trode, 98 Yet wandering, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden had been. Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of nature, it drew, From each... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 pàgines
...trode To his hills that encircle the sea. Yet wandering, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden had been. Like a brotherless hermic, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of Nature, it drew, From each... | |
 | Moses Severance - 1841 - 316 pàgines
...To his hills that encircle the sea. 2. Yet wnnd'ring, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial stone1 aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden had been. Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, All wild in the silence of Nature, it drew, From each... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 332 pàgines
...that encircle the sea. Yet wandering, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and preen, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden hari been. Like a hrotherless hermit, the in -t of its race, All wild in the silence of nature, it... | |
 | William Howitt - 1842 - 514 pàgines
...flower-beds; but now no flowers, excepting a few wild roses, remain for the imagination to dwell upon, as A rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, To mark where a garden has been. The high w«all of the orchard was only removed a few years ago; and some of the fruit trees... | |
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