 | William Wordsworth - 1908 - 636 стор.
...only theme ; to My haunt the hollow cliff whose Pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream ; Whence the scared Owl on pinions grey Breaks from the rustling boughs,...down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose ! Published 1835 SQUIB AID red-ribboned Evans : ' My legions in Spain ere at sixes and sevens ; Now... | |
 | Myra Reynolds - 1896 - 312 стор.
...mountain's head Beheld the alternate light and shade Sweep along the vale." " The scared owl on pinions gray Breaks from the rustling boughs And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose." He finds pleasure in old oak trees that And toss their giant arms amid the skies." In winter he watches... | |
 | Henry George Bohn, Anna Lydia Ward - 1911 - 784 стор.
...haunt the hollow cliff, who=e pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream. Where the sacred owl, on pinions gray, Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away, To more profound repose. 4300 Beattie : Retirement. St. 7 RETREAT— see Battle, Solitude, War. In all the trade of war, no... | |
 | William Stebbing - 1913 - 426 стор.
...tread of human footsteps on the beetling cliff, with its solitary pine : the scar'd owl on pinions gray Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose.6 A casual, benevolent doubt will intermittently arise whether the frequent catalogues of scenic... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 стор.
...only theme : My haunt, the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream, Whence the scared owl, on pinions grey, Breaks from the rustling boughs,...the lone vale sails away, To more profound repose. For me, no more the path invites Ambition loves to tread ; No more I climb those toilsome heights,... | |
 | 1877 - 562 стор.
...stream ; Where the scared owl, on pinions grey, " WM. WORDSWORTH. "Vale of Grasmere, August 7th, 1821. Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose.—BtaUie, " Written for Miss Emma Trevelyan. " The God of Love, oh bénédicité ! How mighty... | |
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Thy shades, thy silence, now be mine, Thy charms my only theme ; My haunt the hollow cliff, whose pine Waves o'er the gloomy stream, Whence! the scared owl on pinions grey Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound... 
