| Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 стор.
...; Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes... | |
| Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1838 - 486 стор.
...made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul...boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings. Then wets and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 стор.
...; Aunihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then wets and claps its silver wings. And, till prepared for longer night, Waves in its plumes... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1845 - 396 стор.
...; Annihilating all that' s made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then wets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes... | |
| William Cartwright Newsam - 1845 - 264 стор.
...; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. There at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver whigs, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1850 - 406 стор.
...; Annihilating all that *8 made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then wets and chips its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 326 стор.
...Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. " Here at this fountain's sliding foot, Or at the fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul...the boughs does glide. There like a bird it sits and sings, And whets and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 324 стор.
...Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. " Here at this fountain's sliding foot, Or at the fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul...the boughs does glide. There like a bird it sits and sings, And whets and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 стор.
...abade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's rest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Wares in its plumes... | |
| Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 стор.
...seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul iflto the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver... | |
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