| 1843 - 750 стор.
...so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather 'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Pressed... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 стор.
...so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, , But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless...of his fallen divinity . . . .: Spreading a shade i the Naiad 'mid her reeds . • . ¿ Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips. , ' t •' . .. .,.... | |
| Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1820 - 574 стор.
...grass, But where the dead leaf Jell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a...'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lip — ***** ' It seem'd no force could wake him from his place: But there came one, who, with a kindred... | |
| 1821 - 498 стор.
...fell, there did it rut. A stream went voiceles* by, still deadeu'd mure By reasouof bis fallen diviniiy Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd...foot-marks went No further than to where his feet had stray'd. And slept there since. Upon the soddi n ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless,... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from Ihe feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless...fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her rrals Press'd her cold linger closer to her lips. Along the margin-sand large foot-marks went, No further... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs nol one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deadened люта By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Piess'd her... | |
| John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd... | |
| 1843 - 744 стор.
...grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden 'd more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips. " Along the margin-sand large foot-marks went, No further... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 стор.
...there, Not so much life as ou a summer's day Robs one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the g Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle...appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips. Along the margin sand large footmarks went No further than... | |
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