And I think of those long mornings Which my thought goes far to seek, When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise, While a girlish voice was reading... Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Стр. 9авторы: John Henry Ingram - 1888 - Страниц: 194Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - Страниц: 290
...Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprian wine, dear Graecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my Thought...a girlish voice was reading, — Somewhat low for at's and oj's ! Then what golden hours were for us ! — While we sate together there, How the white... | |
| 1845 - Страниц: 670
...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprian wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...girlish voice was reading, Somewhat low for ai's and oi'j! Then what golden hours were for us! While we sat together there, How the white vests of the Chorus... | |
| 1845 - Страниц: 732
...passes, by a very happy turn of sentiment, to the studies of which the fragrant draught is the symbol. whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for...And the silken sad unceitain rustling of each purple flow'd the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise,... | |
| University magazine - 1845 - Страниц: 772
...Drew the ghosts from every part. So your Cyprian wine, dear Gruician, Stirs the Uades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...to seek. When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn Howed the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bells' tinkling noise,... | |
| 1845 - Страниц: 688
...passes, by a very happy turn of sentiment, to the studies of which the fragrant draught is the symbol. And I think of those long mornings Which my Thought...to seek, When, betwixt the folio's turnings, Solemn flow'd the rhythmic Greek. Past the pane, the mountain spreading, Swept the sheep-bell's tinkling noise,... | |
| Grace Greenwood - 1850 - Страниц: 678
...after years, they might well have adopted the words of the glorious poet, Elizabeth Barrett: — " And I think of those long mornings, Which my thought...folio's turnings Solemn flowed the rhythmic Greek. Then what golden hours were for us; While we sat together there, How the white vests of the chorus... | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - Страниц: 314
...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprian wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings, Which my Thought...girlish voice was reading,— Somewhat low for ai's and o£'s. Then what golden hours were for us !— While we sate together there, How the cothurns trod... | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - Страниц: 508
...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...a girlish voice was reading, — Somewhat low for at s and ot s. Then what golden hours were for us !While we sate together there, How the white vests... | |
| Grace Greenwood - 1853 - Страниц: 430
...after years, they might well have adopted the words of the glorious poet, Elizabeth Barrett : — ' And I think of those long mornings, Which my thought...When betwixt the folio's turnings Solemn flowed the rythmic Greek. Then what golden hours were for us ; While we sat together there, How the white vests... | |
| Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - Страниц: 436
...libation Drew the ghosts from every part, So your Cyprus wine, dear Grecian, Stirs the Hades of my heart. And I think of those long mornings Which my thought...girlish voice was reading Somewhat low for ai's and oit. Then what golden hours were for us ! — While we sate together there, How the white vests of... | |
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