 With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And. as our clouds of battle dust...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Сторінка 751820Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
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...bright and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple...being her last farewell Of light and glory to that faded city. And, as our clouds of battle-dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple, In... | |
 | 1820 - 632 стор.
...bright and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple...being her last farewell Of light and glory to that faded city. And, as our clouds of battle-dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple, In... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1820 - 628 стор.
...bright and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple...being her last farewell Of light and glory to that faded city. And, as our clouds of battle-dust and smoke Are tnelted into air, behold the Temple, In... | |
 | 1820 - 866 стор.
...bright and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength, While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her lost farewell 3f light and glory to that fated city. And, as our clouds of battle, dust, and smoke... | |
 | William Jerdan, William Ring Workman, Frederick Arnold, John Morley, Charles Wycliffe Goodwin - 1820 - 888 стор.
...strength, iVhilr over all hangs the rich purple ere, As conscious of its being her last farewell )f light and glory to that fated city. And, as our clouds of battle, dust, and smoke Arc melted into air, behold the Temple, n nmtisttirb'd and lone serenity 'inrlinff itself a solemn... | |
 | 1820 - 490 стор.
...towers of war that 1'rown iu massy strength, While over all bang) the rich purple, eve, As conscious or its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And, ai our clouds ufbattle, dust, mid amoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple, III undisturb'd and... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1822 - 352 стор.
...bright and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspers'd ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple...Finding itself a solemn sanctuary In the profound of heaven1. It stands before us A mount of snow fretted with golden pinnacles ! (2) The very sun, as though... | |
 | Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1823 - 260 стор.
...and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspers'd ; Here towers of war, that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple...being her last farewell Of light and glory to that faded city. And, as our clouds of battle dust, and smoke Are melted into air, behold the temple, In... | |
 | Flavius Josephus - 1824 - 262 стор.
...and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war, that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple...being her last farewell Of light and glory to that faded city. And, as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the temple, In... | |
 | Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1826 - 222 стор.
...and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war, that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple...being her last farewell Of light and glory to that faded city. And, as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the temple, In... | |
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