O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us happy on this day ? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought of... The Earthy Paradise: A Poem - Сторінка 291автори: William Morris - 1870Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
| 1868 - 798 стор.
...flowing lines; a book to loiter and dream over, not to analyze and criticise. " What should wo do 7 Thou wouldst not have us wake From out the arms of...rustling boughs, the twitter of the birds, And all the thousand peaceful happy words? " Hurd and Houghton have published an excellent sketch of the Official... | |
| 1868 - 808 стор.
...dream over, not to analyze and criticise. " 'WTiat should we do 7 Thou wouldst not have us wake Prom out the arms of this rare happy dream, And wish to leave the murmur of tho stream. The rustling boughs, the twitter of the birds, And all the thousand peaceful hnppy words... | |
| William Morris - 1870 - 196 стор.
...shifting play of sun and shade from the rose trellises under which they were surely written : — . . . *' the murmur of the stream, The rustling boughs, the twitter of the birds," seem to mingle with their soft, sad cadence. And reading thus, one is apt to fling criticism, as he... | |
| William Morris - 1873 - 192 стор.
...shifting play of sun and shade from the rose trellises under which they were surely written : — ..." the murmur of the stream, The rustling boughs, the twitter of the birds," seem to mingle with their soft, sad cadence. And reading thus, one is apt to fling criticism, as he... | |
| Alicia Amy Leith - 1877 - 292 стор.
...aspens grey. Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought of storm the morning vexes yet. Here then, O June, thy kindness will we take ; And...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words. WillIam Af,'rrI>. June 2nd. June 3rd June 5th. June 4th. I AM content. In triumph's tone, My song,... | |
| William Morris - 1904 - 412 стор.
...soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words. JULY. Fair was the morn to-day, the blossoms' scent Floated across the fresh grass, and the bees With... | |
| William Morris - 1910 - 294 стор.
...soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought...that stood On their chief river, so upon a day With favouring wind and tide they took their way Up the fair stream ; most lovely was the time Even amidst... | |
| 1911 - 784 стор.
...harmless clouds beset, No thought of storm the morning vexes yet. See, we have left our hopes and fear behind To give our very hearts up unto thee; What...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words. L'ENVOI (From the same) " Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life have we loved, through... | |
| Stopford Augustus Brooke - 1913 - 330 стор.
...soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far-away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought...birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words. He who would drink deep of the milk and \ the earth, and honour and love the great he and know the... | |
| Pamela Grey - 1928 - 272 стор.
...breezes blow, Sweet with the scent of bean-fields far away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky, with harmless clouds beset, No thought...birds, And all thy thousand, peaceful, happy words. William Morris. 'Tis well, 'tis well, in the lowest hell, And I laugh at the lick of the fire; The... | |
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