 | 1786 - 716 стор.
...darknafs join, Still, ftill he views the parting look flic gave. Her gentle fpirit, lightly hov'ring o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole; And, when the beatingbillows round him roar, Whifpcrs ! weer hope ю footh his troubled foul. Carv'tl is her name... | |
 | 1786 - 610 стор.
...appearance of every fofc and cender fentiment.' HUME, I. zzi. 4 Her Her gentle fpirit, lightly hov'ring o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whifpers fvveet hope to footh his troubled foul. Carv'd is her name in many a fpicy grove, In many... | |
 | SEVERAL HANDS - 1786 - 602 стор.
...the appearance of every fofc and tender fentiment.' HOME, I. 221. Hex gentle fpirit, lightly hovVing o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whifpers fweet hope to footh his troubled foul. Carv'd is her name in many a fpicy grove, In many a... | |
 | 1786 - 508 стор.
...darknefsjoin, Still, ftill he views the parting look ihé gave. Her gentle fpirit, lightly hov'ring o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And when the beating billows round him roar, Whifpers fweet hope to foethe his troubl'd luu'. CarvM is her name in many a fpicy prove, In many a... | |
 | British poetical miscellany - 1805 - 262 стор.
...darknefs join, Still, fiill he views the parting look (he gave. Her gentle fpiri't, lightly hov'ring o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whifpers fweet Hope to foothe his troubled foul. Carv'd is her name in many a fpicy grove, In many... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1799 - 222 стор.
...Iky in midnight darknefs join, Still, ftill he views the parting look fhe gave. Her gentle fpirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole; And, when the heating billows round him roar, Whifpers fweet hope to footh his troubled foul. Carv'd is her name... | |
 | Apollo - 1800 - 224 стор.
...darknefs join, Still, — ftill he views the parting look me gave. Her gentle fpirit, lightly hov'ring o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole; And, when the beating billows round him roar, "Whifpers fweet hope to footh his troubled foul. Carv'd is her name in many a fpicy grove, In many... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1806 - 208 стор.
...Morn first faintly draws her silver line, Or Eve's grey cloud descends to drink the wave; When sea and sky in midnight darkness join, Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle gpirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole; And, when the beating billows... | |
 | Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 стор.
...draws her silver line, Or eve's grey cloud descends to drink the wave ; When sea and sky in,midnight darkness join, Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit, lightly hov'ring o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole; And, when the beating billows round him roar,... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 стор.
...Morn first faintly draws her silver line, Or Eve's grey cloud descends to drink the wave; When sea and sky in midnight darkness join, Still, still he views...the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit lightly hov'ringo'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And when the beating billows round him roar,... | |
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Still, still he views the parting look she gave. Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er, Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And, when the beating billows round him roar, Whispers sweet hope to soothe his troubled soul. Carved is her name in... 
