Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments ; melting Heaven with Earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's... Faith and unfaith, by the author of 'Phyllis'. - Стр. 131авторы: Margaret Wolfe Hungerford - 1881Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1840 - Страниц: 650
...rushing of her passion : — ' Oh ! Twilight ! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments ; melting heaven with earth, leaving on craggy hills...running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who,... | |
| Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1841 - Страниц: 368
...Leaving, what was a hero, common clay ! Oh! Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting Heaven with Earth, Leaving on craggy hills...running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who,... | |
| Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1841 - Страниц: 322
...leaves what was a hero, common clay. Oh ! Twilight ! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments ; melting Heaven with Earth, Leaving on craggy hills...running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who,... | |
| Thomas Roscoe - 1844 - Страниц: 514
...the powers of the imagination. " Oh ! Twilight ! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments ; melting heaven with earth ; — Leaving on craggy...running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams j Thy hour to all is welcome!" With the early dawn I surveyed the ruined fortress of which but few,... | |
| Richard H. Horne - 1844 - Страниц: 330
...make the following extract ; — " Oh 1 Twilight ! Spirit that does render birth To dim enchantments ; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills...running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who,... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Страниц: 558
...its grace ! ExTRACT FROM THE DREAM. OR, Twilight ! Spirit that does render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills...running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who,... | |
| Modern poetical speaker, Fanny Bury PALLISER - 1845 - Страниц: 540
...BARTON. TWILIGHT. OH ! Twilight ! spirit that doth render birth To dim enchantment, melting heaven and earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness, like the atmosphere of dreams : Thy hour to all is welcome ! faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who,... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - Страниц: 540
...its grace ! EXTRACT FROM THE DREAM. OR, Twilight ! Spirit that does render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills...streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams; Thy hour to all is weleome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who,... | |
| 1847 - Страниц: 540
...B. WELBY. 28. 0 Twilight ! spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments — melting heaven to earth — Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams. MRS. NORTON'S Dream. 29. How calmly sinks the setting sun ! Yet twilight lingers still; And, beautiful... | |
| George Washington Bethune - 1848 - Страниц: 526
...danger. TWILI GH T. (FROM THE DREAM) OH! Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments ; melting Heaven with Earth. Leaving on craggy hills...running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; 33 z Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet,... | |
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