 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 278
...the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill: Sometimes walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, 4 Under... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 372
...slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometimes walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...ploughman near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, A nd the milkmaid singcth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale4... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - Страниц: 292
...high wood echoing shrill : Sometimes walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Kight against the eastern gate, Where the great Sun begins...ploughman near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, Ana the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale,4... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 436
...morn, 112 L' ALLEGRO. From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill. Some time walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - Страниц: 398
...the slnmb'ring morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill. Sometimes walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower wets his scythe, And every shepherd... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1847 - Страниц: 140
...language, such magnificent skies as I have many a time witnessed at these seasons of the year — " Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun...at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the... | |
 | British empire - 1847 - Страниц: 856
...met a poet's eye in his early rambles — " Some time walking not unseen By hedge-row elms on hillock green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great...While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land ; And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd... | |
 | John Fisher Murray - 1849 - Страниц: 388
...Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn. From the side of some boar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill; Sometime...begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light. The clonds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land.... | |
 | John Milton - 1850 - Страниц: 704
...the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: I/ALLEGRO. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the...While the ploughman near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd... | |
 | William Chambers - 1851 - Страниц: 200
...slumbering morn, Prom the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill ; Sometimes walking not unseen By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green,...at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the«iower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the... | |
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Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While... 
