THE Orient day was fresh and fair, A breeze sang soft in the ambient air, Men almost wondered to find it there Blowing so near Bengal, Where waters bubble as boiled in a pot, And the gold of the sun spreads melting hot, And there's hardly a breath of... The New Tale of a Tub: An Adventure in Verse - Pagina 3door Frederic William Naylor Bayley - 1847 - 34 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
| William Evans Burton - 1858 - 586 pagina’s
...vainly for the setting 784 THE NEW TALE OF A TDB. THE NEW TALE OF A TUB. ВТ TWN BATLEY. •Тн« Orient day was fresh and fair, A breeze sang soft...wondered to find it there Blowing so near Bengal, VThere waters bubble as boiled in a pot, And the gold of the sun spreads melting hot, And there's hardly... | |
| William Evans Burton - 1864 - 552 pagina’s
...churl— I look vainly for the setting To be worthy such a pearl! THE NEW TALE OF A TUB. BY FWN BAYLEY. THE Orient day was fresh and fair, A breeze sang soft...spreads melting hot, And there's hardly a breath of wiad to be got At any price at all! Unless, indeed, when the great Simoom Gets up from its bed with... | |
| Acrostics - 1871 - 312 pagina’s
...And save King Robert's vow ; But other hands shall bear it back, Not, James of Douglas, thou ! " 3. "The orient day was fresh and fair, A breeze sang...wondered to find it there, Blowing so near Bengal." 4. " The bowman to Medina passed ; when the queen beheld him near, ' Alas ! ' she said, ' my maidens,... | |
| Rossiter Johnson - 1877 - 312 pagina’s
...Amid the blue of June. CHARLES DOYNE SILLERY. Wqt Neto Cale of a Cub. THE Orient day was fresh and and fair, A breeze sang soft in the ambient air, Men...pot, And the gold of the sun spreads melting hot, And there 's hardly a breath of wind to be got At any price at all. Unless, indeed, when the great Simoom... | |
| Rossiter Johnson - 1890 - 394 pagina’s
...lives in glory, — like the sun Amid the blue of June. CHARLES DOYNE SILLBBT. Neto Cale of a SEufe. THE Orient day was fresh and fair, A breeze sang soft...bubble as boiled in a pot, And the gold of the sun spread melting hot, And there 's hardly a breath of wind to be got At any price at all. Unless, indeed,... | |
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