 Sits on the horizon round, a settled gloom, — Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life, but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm, that not a breath...  The Works of Alexander Pope: Poetry - Strana 247autor/autoři: Alexander Pope - 1871Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 str.
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 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 str.
...every joy, The wifh of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffus'd In glassy breadth, seem thro' delusive lapse Forgetful of... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 str.
...every hope and every joy , The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing...woods , Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves. Of aspin tall. Th'uncurling floods , difFus'd In glassy breadth , seem thro' delusive lapse Forgetful... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 320 str.
...of ev'ry hope and ev'ry joy, The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing...woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffus'd In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful... | |
 | James Thomson - 1806 - 242 str.
...every joy, The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th'uncurling floods, diffus'd In glassy breadth, seem thro' delusive lapse Forgetful of... | |
 | James Thomson - 1813 - 346 str.
...every joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffus'd In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful... | |
 | James Thomson, Dr. Johnson - 1818 - 316 str.
...of every hope and every joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing...woods* Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diftus'd In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful... | |
 | James Thomson - 1822 - 174 str.
...of every hope and every joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing...turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall. The' uncurling floods, diffused In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their coarse.... | |
 | Thomas Gosden - 1822 - 80 str.
...herbage. Such a one is thus described by THOMSON — Gradual sinks the breeze I nto a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing...rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall, At last The clouds aonsign then treasures to the fields; And lofty shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive... | |
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