| James Russell Lowell - 1871 - Страниц: 450
...then, unnumbered spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky; These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box and hover round the ring. As now your own our beings were of old, And once enclosed in woman's beauteous mould ; Think not, when... | |
| The North American Review.VOL.CXII. - 1871 - Страниц: 506
...then, unnumbered spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky; These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box and hover round the ring. As now your own our beings were of old, And once enclosed in woman's beauteous mould ; Think not, when... | |
| 1871 - Страниц: 494
...then, unnumbered spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky ; These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box and hover round the ring. As now your own our beings were of old, And once enclosed in woman's beauteous mould ; Think not, when... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1872 - Страниц: 744
...then, unnumber'd spirits round thco fly, The light militia of the lower sky : These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in air, And view with scorn two pages and a chair. As now your own, our beings were of old, And... | |
| John Wesley Hales - 1872 - Страниц: 552
...Know, then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky ; These, tho' unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in Air, 45 And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair. As now your own, our beings were of old,... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - Страниц: 936
...then, unnumbered spirits round thee fly. The light militia of the lower sky: These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in air. And view with scom two pages and a chair. As now your own, our beings were of old, And... | |
| Alexander Pope - 1998 - Страниц: 260
...then, unnumbered spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky; These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the box, and hover round the ring: Think what an equipage thou hast in air, And view with scorn two pages and a chair. As now your own, our beings were of old, And... | |
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