 | Book - 1854 - 496 стор.
...the loud laugh that spake the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled : All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, William Collins, George Gilfillan, Thomas Warton - 1854 - 354 стор.
...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind : These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...the grass-grown footway tread, \ •' But all the blooming flush of life is fled : All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feeJ,>lyL.benjg^beside the... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 524 стор.
...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale; No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled : All but yon widow*d, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside... | |
 | William Collins - 1854 - 430 стор.
...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled : All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside... | |
 | Columbia Historical Society (Washington, D.C.) - 1922 - 290 стор.
...place which now consists of a few scattered houses whose outside brick chimneys look defiant of time. "But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful...tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled." Goldsmith. Colchester is a veritable deserted village. That it was a village with a main street and... | |
 | G. S. Rousseau - 1995 - 420 стор.
...the loud laugh, that spoke the vacant mind; These all in soft confusion sought the shade,1 And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy... | |
 | Rodney Stenning Edgecombe - 1996 - 304 стор.
...maintained its man." 56 The glorious "was" inevitably yields to a "now" of decadence and falling away: "But now the sounds of population fail, / No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale." 57 In Newman, too: Tis altered now;—for Adam's eldest born Has trained our practice in a selfish... | |
 | Andrew Carpenter - 1998 - 650 стор.
...steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widowed, solitary thing That feebly bends beside the plashy spring; She, wretched matron, forced, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread," To pick her wintry faggot... | |
 | Sean Dunne - 1957 - 496 стор.
...loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside... | |
 | Anne Ferry - 2001 - 318 стор.
...in on the poet's memory, we are with him still: But now the sounds of population fail, No chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widowed, solitary thing That feebly bends beside... | |
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But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But. all the bloomy flush of life is fled. 
