 O weird musician, thy harp strung with Apollo's golden hair; fill the vast cathedral aisles with symphonies sweet and dim, deft toucher of the organ keys ; blow, bugler, blow, until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers...  Southern Journal of Homoeopathy - Strana 131886Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Robert Green Ingersoll - 1878 - 186 str.
...blow, bugler, blow, until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering 'mid the vine-clad hills. But know, your...O rippling river of laughter, thou art the blessed boundary line between the beasts and men ; and every wayward wave of thine doth drown some fretful... | |
 | James Baird McClure - 1879 - 192 str.
...blow, bugler, blow until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm rj the lovers wandering 'mid the vine-clad hills. But know your...O, rippling river of laughter, thou art the blessed boundary line between the beasts / and men, and every wayward wave of thine doth drown some fretful... | |
 | James Baird McClure - 1879 - 284 str.
...blow, bugler, blow until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering 'mid the vine-clad hills. But know your...every heart with joy ! O, rippling river of laughter, tliou art the blessed boundary line between the beasts and men, and every wayward wave of thine doth... | |
 | James Baird McClure - 1879 - 160 str.
...blow, bugler, blow until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering 'mid the vine-clad hills. But know your...that fills the eyes with light and every heart with j oy ! O, rippling river of laughter, thou art the blessed boundary line between the beasts and men,... | |
 | Robert Green Ingersoll - 1881 - 172 str.
...blow, until thy silver notes do touch the skies, with moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering on the vine-clad hills : but know, your sweetest strains...fills the eyes with light and every heart with joy; oh, rippling river of life, thou art the blessed boundary-line between the beasts and man, and every... | |
 | Mark Twain - 1883 - 816 str.
...bugler, blow until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, charming the wandering lovera on the vine-clad hills ; but know your sweetest strains...discords all compared with childhood's happy laugh — tue laugh that fills the eyes with light, and dimples every cheek with joy. Oh, rippling river... | |
 | 1886 - 414 str.
...blow, bugle, blow, until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering 'mid the vine-clad hills. But know, your...O, rippling river of laughter, thou art the blessed boundary line between the beasts and men; and every wayward wave of thine doth drown some fretful fiend... | |
 | 1912 - 748 str.
...blow, until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wondering 'mid vineclad hills. But know your sweetest strains are...O rippling river of laughter; thou art the blessed boundary line between the beasts and men, and every wayward wave of thine doth drown some fretful fiend... | |
 | 1914 - 528 str.
...blow, until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering 'mid vineclad hills. But know your sweetest strains are...heart with joy. O rippling river of laughter; thou are the blessed boundary line between the beasts and men, and every wayward wave of thine doth drown... | |
 | Robert Green Ingersoll - 1888 - 344 str.
...blow, until the silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering midst the vine-clad hills : but know, your sweetest strains...rippling river of laughter ! thou art the blessed boundary line between the beasts and men ; and every wayward wave of thine doth drown some fretful... | |
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