 He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing; Then, laughing,...  The Living Age - Strana 4501875Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | John Thomas Smith - 1828 - 502 str.
...fair. Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." But it happened, unfortunately, soon after this period, that in consequence of his unbendingdeportment,... | |
 | 1896 - 854 str.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoabus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. Blake appears to have been very happy In his relations with his master, who was a kindly disposed and... | |
 | 1865 - 810 str.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. } With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. To our thinking the finest verses penned by Blake are thoso addressed to a tiger ; and whoever will... | |
 | Alexander Gilchrist - 1863 - 460 str.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. This may surely be reckoned equal precocity to that so much lauded of Pope and Cowley. It is not promise,... | |
 | 1865 - 538 str.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. • With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, »...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. To our thinking the finest verses penned by Blake are those addressed to a tiger ; and whoever will... | |
 | 1865 - 516 str.
...fir'd юv vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And shat me in his golden cage. По ¡oves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. To onr thinking tho finest verses penned by Blake aro those addressed to a tiger ; and whoever will... | |
 | William Blake - 1868 - 120 str.
...fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...stretches out my golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. SONG. MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air By love are driven away ; And mournful... | |
 | 1869 - 550 str.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me ; Then stretching out his golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. This boy came home one evening from an... | |
 | 1869 - 562 str.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me ; Then stretching out his golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. This boy came home one evening from an... | |
 | 1870 - 588 str.
...pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet. And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He canght me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage....out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." Another song composed a year later we cannot forbear to quote, so striking is the contrast which its... | |
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