 But one mild blue the welkin grace, And silence rest upon the air. For while to lonely musing given, Her thoughts to former days may flee, And 'mid the pleasures of the even, Perhaps that she may think on me ; Then, could the skies a message bear, Each...  Poems - Strana 198autor/autoři: John Shaw - 1810 - 252 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
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...dost display. And often, when the young and gay Crowded the lustre-lighted room, She, not unmarked, has hied away To hail the twilight's dusky gloom....— that she may think of me. Then, could the skies * message bear, Each wandering tire that rolls above Should whisper to her listening ear The truth... | |
 | Joseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall - 1801 - 674 str.
...And often shall she thus be seen, When thou shalt in the west be found, Let ttien no clouds obscuie thy face, When she shall to thy sight appear, But...the air.— For, while to lonely musing given, Her thoughts-to former days may flee; And, 'mid the pleasures of the even, Perhaps—that she may think... | |
 | 1803 - 508 str.
...twines the honey-suckle round. Let then no cloud obscure thy face, No brooding tempest threaten near, But one mild blue the welkin grace, And silence rest...pleasures of the even, Perhaps that she may think on me ; Then, could the skies a message bear, Each wandering fire that rolls above, Should waft unto... | |
 | 1803 - 520 str.
...twines the honey-suckle round. Let then no cloud obscure thy face, No brooding tempest threaten near, But one mild blue the welkin grace, And silence rest...pleasures of the even, Perhaps that she may think on me ; Then, could the skies a message bear, Each wandering fire that rolls above, Should waft unto... | |
 | 1803 - 502 str.
...twines the honey-suckle round. Let then no cloud obscure thy face, No brooding tempest threaten near, 31 For while to lonely musing given, Her thoughts to...pleasures of the even, Perhaps that she may think on me ; Then, could the skies a message bear, Each wandering fire that rolls above, Should waft unto... | |
 | Charles Brockden Brown - 1805 - 500 str.
...twines the honey-suckle round. Let then no cloud obscure thy face, No brooding tempest threaten near, But one mild blue the welkin grace, And silence rest...pleasures of the even, Perhaps that she may think on me ; Then, could the skies a message bear, Each wandering fire that rolls above Should waft unto... | |
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