 | 1817 - 628 str.
...into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. ' Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men... | |
 | 1817 - 608 str.
...into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. ' All heaven and earth are still, — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling... | |
 | 1816 - 696 str.
...into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill. But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love...Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues. Lxxxvnr. " Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fata... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 str.
...into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love...themselves away, till they infuse Deep into nature's breabt the spirit of her hues. LXXXVI1I. " Ve stars ! Of men and empires,— '(is to be forgiven, That... | |
 | 1818 - 904 str.
...a moment, then is still. There seemi a floating whisper on the brakes, hill, But that is fancy, for the star-light dews All silently their tears of love...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues." pp. 4T, 48. Attracted as we are by these beautiful lines, we must consent to pass over the remaining... | |
 | 1818 - 896 str.
...voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on th« hill, But that is fancy, for the star-light dews , All silently their tears of...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues." pp. 47, 48. Attracted us we are by these beautiful lines, we must consent to pass over the remaining... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 466 str.
...into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, thill they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues Lxxxvm. Ye stars! which are the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 292 str.
...into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. LXXXVIII. Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 str.
...There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently t^ir tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. LXXXVIII. Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 str.
...the hill ; — But that is fancy ; for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love distil, Weeping themselves away till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven, If, in your bright leaves, we would read the fate Of men... | |
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He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews... 
