 | James Thomson - 1802 - 344 стор.
...Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell! Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her fill, I just may cast...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again. END oF THE FIRST VOLUME. S. Hamilton,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 340 стор.
...Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell ! Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her fill, I just may cast...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again. END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. S. UAtnilton,... | |
 | James Thomson, John Aikin - 1804 - 236 стор.
...O ! let me pierce thy secret eell, And in thy deep recesses dwell. Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her fill, I just may cast...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Theq shield me in the woods again. COJYTjEJYTS. Britannia, a poem - ...... | |
 | E. Tomkins - 1804 - 416 стор.
...Oh ! let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell. Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her fill, I just may cast my careless eyes Where London's >piry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again. ELEGY,... | |
 | 1806 - 184 стор.
...let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell. Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hiU, When meditation has her fill, I just may cast my careless...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise ; Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again. HYMN TO DARKNESS. YALDEN. DARKNESS,... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 стор.
...And in thy deep recesses dwell. Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her nil, I just may cast my careless eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain. Then shield me in the woods again. ELEGY, Written in a Country Church-yard.... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 472 стор.
...me pierce thy secret cell ! And in thy deep recesses dwell ; Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hifl. When meditation has her fill, I just may cast my careless...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain; Then shield me in the woods again. AMBROSE PHILIPS. 1671—1749. The praise... | |
 | 1808 - 496 стор.
...Oh ! let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell. Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her fill, I just may cast...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again. Thomson. THE HUSBANDMAN'S MEDITATION... | |
 | James Thomson, Thomas Park - 1808 - 444 стор.
...Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell ^ And in thy deep recesses dwell; Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When meditation has her fill, I just may cast...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again. TO SERAPHINA. THE wanton's charms,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 стор.
...Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell. Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When meditation has her fill, I just may cast...eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise; Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain, Then shield me in the woods again. The sonl springs instant at the warm... | |
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And rapt Urania sings to thee. Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell, And in thy deep recesses dwell ! Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill, When Meditation has her fill, I just may cast my careless eyes Where London's spiry turrets rise, Think of its crimes,... 
