| William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 412 стор.
...strain prolong ; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She called on Echo still, through all the song ; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close ; And Ho[>c, enchanted, smiled, and waved her golden hair. And longer had she sung— but, with a frown,... | |
| John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 стор.
...Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delightful measure ? 30 Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, ompany call'd on Echo still thro' all the song ; 35 And where her sweetest theme she chose. A soft responsive... | |
| David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 стор.
...Hope, with Eyes so fair, What was thy delightful Measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd Pleasure, And bad the lovely Scenes at distance hail ! Still would Her...prolong, And from the Rocks, the Woods, the Vale, She call'd on Echo still thro' all the Song; And, where Her sweetest Theme She chose, A soft responsive... | |
| William Collins - 1926 - 74 стор.
...Meafure ? Still it whifper'd promis'd Pleafure, And bad the lovely Scenes at diftance hail ! Still Still would Her Touch the Strain prolong, And from the Rocks, the Woods, the Vale, She call'd on Echo ftill thro' all the Song ; And where Her fweeteft Theme She chofe, A foft refponlive... | |
| Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 стор.
...Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delightful measure? 30 Still it whispered promised pleasure, 27 the song; 35 And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close,... | |
| Royal Academy of Arts (Great Britain) - 1889 - 172 стор.
...BESWICK, ESQ Edgar Bundy. 402 — SPIRIT VOICES fames Sant, RA 403 — AOIDE Charles W. Mitchell. " Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the rocks, 'the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song." 404 — Miss BEATRIX HARRISON . . Sarah C. Harrison. 405... | |
| Victor Pelissier - 1984 - 216 стор.
...О Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper 'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the rock, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still thro' all the song; And where her sweetest theme... | |
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