 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 str.
...his fill ; — At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill ; But that...Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues.. LXXXVIII. Ye stars ! which are the poetry of Heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 str.
...fill ; — At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is- still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill ; But that...Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues. LXXXVIII. Ye stars ! which are the poetry of Heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that...infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her lines. Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven, If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1832 - 512 str.
...oar. * ***** At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that...their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away. A person who was of these parties has thus described to me one of their evenings. «When the bise or... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1833 - 666 str.
...**.**«* ' At intervals, some bird from out the brakes ' Starts into voice a moment, then is still. ' There seems a floating whisper on the hill, ' But...tears of love instil, ' Weeping themselves away.' A person who was of these parties has thus described to me one of their evenings. ' When the bise or... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1833 - 658 str.
...voice a moment, then is still. ' There seems a floating whisper on the hill, ' But that is fancy,—for the starlight dews ' All silently their tears of love instil, ' Weeping themselves away.' A person who was of these parties has thus described to me one of their evenings. ' When the bise or... | |
 | Morris Mattson - 1835 - 224 str.
...of the village took their evening rambles during the moonlight nights of spring and summer, when " The starlight dews All silently their tears of love...Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues." Tradition relates, that many were the vows plighted in this solitary place, with no other witnesses... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 str.
...brakes, Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill ; — i But that is fancy ; for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love distil, Weeping themselves away till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 str.
...sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. (') (1) ^During Lord Byron's stay in Switzerland, he took up his residence at the well-known Campagne-Diodati,... | |
 | Marianna Pisani - 1836 - 1014 str.
...CHAPTER II. At intervals some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment — then is still : There seems a floating whisper on the hill ; But that...the starlight dews All silently their tears of love distill, Weeping themselves away till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.... | |
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He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All... 
