 | 1828 - Страниц: 636
...from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper/ ruddier 'dye : Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam ; And we must early sleep,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - Страниц: 628
...from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye : Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam ; And we must early sleep,... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1828 - Страниц: 618
...from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre. And what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane? I know that soul-entrancing...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye. Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam ; And we must early sleep,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - Страниц: 608
...from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugarcane? I know that soul-entrancing...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye ; Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam ; And we must early sleep,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - Страниц: 608
...from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugarcane? I know that soul-entrancing...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier (lye ; Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam : And we must early... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - Страниц: 340
...and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills thiough yon copse of sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye ; Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam ; And we must early sleep... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 580
...cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of suffar-canc? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is, — it...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye ; Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam; And we must early sleep,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - Страниц: 626
...from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugarcane ? I know that soul-entrancing...rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze, — j The flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye ; Yon lamp that trembles on the stream,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - Страниц: 620
...liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It ig — it must be — Philomel ! Enough, enough, the rustling...flashes of the summer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye : Yon lamp that trembles on the stream, From forth our cabin sheds its beam ; And we must early sleep,... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 588
...from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is, — it must he, — Philomel ! Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze, — The flashes... | |
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The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And what is she, whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel. Enough, enough, the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze,... 
