 And lo! the frightened billows swell, And whiten all the shore below. Soft flower, thy fate the Wanderer mourns, Who o'er these rocky summits strays, . While eve with chilling damps returns And dims the sun's departing rays. Poor flower! before those...  Poems - Strana 144autor/autoři: John Shaw - 1810 - 252 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1813 - 706 str.
...hill, The blasts that lead the tempest blow-. And lo! the frightened billows swell, And whiten all the shore below. Soft flower, thy fate the Wanderer mourns,...sunny morn shall call thee forth, Nor evening smile on thy repose; - For dark and cold the coming North Bids all thy shrinking flow'rets close': The Flower... | |
 | 700 str.
...hill, The blasts that lead the tempest blow; And lo! the frightened billows swell, Vncl whiten ail the shore below. Soft flower, thy fate the Wanderer mourns,...sunny morn shall call thee forth, Nor evening smile on thy repose; For dark and cold the coming North Bids all thy shrinking flow'rets close. The Flower answers... | |
 | Joseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall - 1801 - 674 str.
...The blasts that lead the tempest blow; And lo! the frightened billows swell, • And whiten all the shore below. Soft flower, thy fate the Wanderer mourns, Who o'er these rocky summits strays, TVhile eve with chilling damps returns And dims the sun's departing rays. Poor flower! before those... | |
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