 | John Bell - 1788 - 628 стор.
...That draw the litter of close-curtain'd Sleep; At last a soft and solemn breathing sound 555 Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon...never more Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 And took in strains that might ereate a soul Under the ribs of Death 5 but O ere long Too well... | |
 | 1797 - 468 стор.
...breathing sound " Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, " And stole upon the air, that ev'n Silence " Was took ere she was 'ware, and wish'd she...all ear, " And took in strains that might create a sonl " Under the ribs of Death — but oh ! ere long 380 •" Too well I did perceive it was the voice... | |
 | 1798 - 618 стор.
...perfumes, And stole upon tha air ; that even Silence Was took 'ere she was 'ware, and wish'd she (night Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so displac'd." We We listened attentively, and were delighted with the melody, which was as striking as unexpected.... | |
 | 1801 - 432 стор.
...of ricli distilled perfumes, that stole upon the air, That even silence was took ere she was aware, And wish'd she might deny her nature, and be never more; Still to be so displaced." From this enchanting spot we proceeded on to the old Wier bridge, a rude and picturesque... | |
 | John Milton - 1807 - 434 стор.
...perfumes. And stola upon the air, that even Silence Was took ere shit was ware, and wish'd she rnfgbt Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displac'd. I was all car, 560 And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death ; but O ere long Too... | |
 | John Milton - 1808 - 96 стор.
...Sleep.] Perhaps from Shakspeare, Ufae7i, A. ii. At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound 555 Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon...never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 5(50 And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but O ! ere long, Too well... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 560 стор.
...That draw the litter of elose-curtain'd Sleep ; At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes, And stole upon...never more, Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, SCO And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but O ! ere long, Too well... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 414 стор.
...close-curtutu'd Sleep ; At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich dktill'd perfumes, And stole upon the air, that even Silence...be never more, Still, to be so displac'd. I was all car, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death : but О ! ere long, Too... | |
 | Eleanor Sleath - 1810 - 208 стор.
...distill'd perfumes, And stole upon the air, that eren SILIKCI Wu took ere the was 'ware, and wisb'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more. Still to be thus displaced." • At this time there was something in the tones of the music, even more affecting... | |
 | 1811 - 620 стор.
...distill'd perfumes, And stole upon the air, that ev'n Silence Was took ere she was 'ware, and wisli'd she might Deny her nature, and be never more, Still to be so digplac'd. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death —... | |
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At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes. And stole upon the air, that even Silence Was took ere she was ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displaced. I was all ear,... 
