 midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and...  Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ... - Pagina 21geredigeerd door - 1830Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent gien torn a dance, I pat on my speckcts to see them...that's by-past and sets it down here ; I see W illy woi And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's...The gradual dusky veil. While Spring shall pour his flowers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray - 1852 - 332 pagina’s
...walls more- awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's...wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and ditn-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds , or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell , and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks, o'er all, Thy dewy fingers draw The... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 pagina’s
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's...wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, William Collins, George Gilfillan, Thomas Warton - 1854 - 354 pagina’s
...from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, 10 And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er...all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil. 11 While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve... | |
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