 | John Thomas Smith - 1828 - 502 стор.
...gardens fair. Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net,...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." But it happened, unfortunately, soon after this period, that in consequence of his unbendingdeportment,... | |
 | 1865 - 810 стор.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. } With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. To our thinking the finest verses penned by Blake are thoso addressed to a tiger ; and whoever will... | |
 | Alexander Gilchrist, Anne Burrows Gilchrist - 1863 - 366 стор.
...gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phcebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net,...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. SUNG. MEMORY, hither come, And tuno your merry notes ; And, while upon the wind Your music floats,... | |
 | Alexander Gilchrist - 1863 - 460 стор.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. This may surely be reckoned equal precocity to that so much lauded of Pope and Cowley. It is not promise,... | |
 | 1865 - 538 стор.
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. • With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, »...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. To our thinking the finest verses penned by Blake are those addressed to a tiger ; and whoever will... | |
 | 1865 - 516 стор.
...fir'd юv vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And shat me in his golden cage. По ¡oves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. To onr thinking tho finest verses penned by Blake aro those addressed to a tiger ; and whoever will... | |
 | William Blake - 1868 - 122 стор.
...gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net,...stretches out my golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. j SONG. MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air By love are driven away ; And mournful... | |
 | 1869 - 562 стор.
...gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net,...sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me ; Then stretching out his golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. This boy came home one evening from an... | |
 | 1869 - 550 стор.
...gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net,...sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me ; Then stretching out his golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. This boy came home one evening from an... | |
 | 1870 - 588 стор.
...pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet. And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage ; He canght me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage....out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." Another song composed a year later we cannot forbear to quote, so striking is the contrast which its... | |
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He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing,... 
