 Yon lashed and streaming rocks, and sobbing crags, The screaming gull and the wild-flying cloud : — To see far off the smoke of my own hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear...  Wellesley Magazine - Strana 3791901Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Henry Albert Stimson - 1902 - 180 str.
...surge, Yon lashed and streaming rocks and sobbing crags, The screaming gulls and wild-flying clouds;— To see far off the smoke of my own hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air ; To scoop the mountain... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1902 - 948 str.
...a man speaks ; Poor oat my heart like treasure at yonr feet. This odorous amorous ¡ale of violeta. That leans all leaves into the glassy deep, With brooding...smoke of my own hearth, To smell far out the glebe of ray own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air ; To scoop... | |
 | Gabriele D'Annunzio - 1902 - 178 str.
...pushed by the keen Calypso to an outburst of the inmost truth of him as a dramatic creation : — " Ah, God ! that I might see Gaunt Ithaca stand up out...hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms. Now am I mad for silence and for tears, For the earthly voice that breaks at earthly ills. I would... | |
 | J. Gordon Mowat, John Alexander Cooper, Newton MacTavish - 1902 - 636 str.
...and the homeland returns : " Ah, God, that I might see Gaunt Ithaca stand up out of the surge. You lashed and streaming rocks, and sobbing crags, The...hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air ; To scoop the mountain... | |
 | Stephen Phillips - 1902 - 186 str.
...flowers, — Palls on my heart. Ah, God! that I might see \ Gaunt Ithaca stand up out of the surge, You lashed and streaming rocks, and sobbing crags, The...hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air; To scoop the mountain... | |
 | Stephen Phillips - 1902 - 168 str.
...flowers, — Palls on my heart. Ah, God ! that I might see Gaunt Ithaca stand up out of the surge, You lashed and streaming rocks, and sobbing crags, The...hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air ; To scoop the mountain... | |
 | 1902 - 684 str.
...opening eyes on closing flowersPalls on my heart. Ah, God. that I might see Gaunt Ithaca stand up out oí the surge, Yon lashed and streaming rocks and sobbing...gull and the wild-flying cloud — To see far off the «moke of my own hearth. To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices... | |
 | Arthur Symons - 1903 - 242 str.
...effective it certainly was, just as the Italian aria was effective in the opera which it interrupted : 97 c Then have the truth ; I speak as a man speaks ; Pour...hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air ; To scoop the mountain... | |
 | 1909 - 550 str.
...the surge, Yon lashed and streaming rocks, and sobbing crags, The screaming gull and the wild flying cloud: To see far off the smoke of my own hearth, To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing spear into the air ; To scoop the mountain... | |
 | Albert Harp Licklider - 1910 - 262 str.
...that / might see X You lashed and streaming rocks, and sobbing crags, X The screaming gull and th& wild-flying cloud: — To see far off the smoke of my own hearth, x X To smell far out the glebe of my own farms, To spring alive upon her precipices, And hurl the singing... | |
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