 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pagina’s
...pool, The playful children just let loose from school: The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whisp'ring wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind;...gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1852 - 248 pagina’s
...o'er the pool ; The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke...shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. GOLDSMITH. VII.— ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. TUB curfew tolls the knell of parting day,... | |
 | James Robert Boyd - 1852 - 364 pagina’s
...o'er the pool ; The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke...shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made." ****** THE COUNTRY SCHOOLMASTER. " Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd... | |
 | Columbia Historical Society (Washington, D.C.) - 1922 - 290 pagina’s
...place which now consists of a few scattered houses whose outside brick chimneys look defiant of time. "But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful...gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled." Goldsmith. Colchester is a veritable deserted village. That... | |
 | Andrew Carpenter - 1998 - 650 pagina’s
...gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke...These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No chearful murmurs... | |
 | Anne Ferry - 2001 - 318 pagina’s
...in on the poet's memory, we are with him still: But now the sounds of population fail, No chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown...all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widowed, solitary thing That feebly bends beside the plashy spring. . . . (125-30) We are drawn into... | |
 | Sean Dunne - 1957 - 496 pagina’s
...gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke...These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs... | |
 | Margaret Greenwood, Mark Connolly - 2003 - 940 pagina’s
...There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, 5 The mingling notes came softened from below. O •jj But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful...foot-way tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. The poem is a protest against an oppression of the rural poor all over the British Isles, not just... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 pagina’s
...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring; She, wretched matron, forced in... | |
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But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled... 
