 | 1847 - 648 str.
...rest, — Summoning from the' innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies, that haunt his breast : Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And 'twixt the' o'ershadowing branches and the grass. " The faint old man shall lean his silver... | |
 | Timothy Flint - 1830 - 696 str.
...rest — Summoning from the innumerable boughs, The strange deep harmonies that haunt his breast : Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And 'uvixt the o'ershadcnving branche« and the gras* ' The faint old man shall lean his silver... | |
 | 1832 - 650 str.
...majestic rest ; Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast. Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And 'twixt the o'ershadowing branches and the grass. ' The faint old man shall lean his silver... | |
 | Sidney Willard - 1832 - 560 str.
...majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast ; Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And 'twjxt the o'ershadowing branches and the grass. " The faint old man shall lean his silver... | |
 | 1832 - 660 str.
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 | 1832 - 612 str.
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 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 892 str.
...majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast; Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And 'twixt the o'ershadowing branches and the grass. The faint old man shall lean his silver... | |
 | 1834 - 402 str.
...majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast ; Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee ; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,... | |
 | 1835 - 430 str.
...majestick rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt nis breast: o the places where there are abundance of Bears. They even cut the flesh in divers p pass, And'twixt the o'ershadowing branches and ine grase. The faint old man shall lean his silver head... | |
 | 1835 - 430 str.
...majestick rest. Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt nis breast: Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And'twixt the o'ershadowing branches and the grasa. The faint old man shall lean his silver head... | |
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God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the... 
