 Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; Where...  Walks through Islington - Сторінка 369автори: Thomas Kitson Cromwell - 1835 - 120 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | James Thomson - 1816 - 256 стор.
...Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, • . ..i .. Jn the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, •' Between the groaning forest and the shore . Beat by the boundless multitude of... | |
 | James Thomson, Dr. Johnson - 1818 - 316 стор.
...troops. Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth...Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves ;... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 стор.
...troops. Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now T+ {S+ be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | 1822 - 278 стор.
...troops, Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of .the year, In the wild depth...Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | 614 стор.
...in defence of his royal person. 31st. St. Peter Nolasco, Confessor. " Now, all amid the rigours ef the year, In the wild depth of winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat , . Between the groaning forest and the shore, Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 750 стор.
...know not a more delightful picture than that which Thomson has given us in his Winter. Now all ar.iid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat Between the groaning forest and the shore, Beat by a boundless multitude of waves, A... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 стор.
...troop» Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth...Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat. Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1826 - 268 стор.
...troops, Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth...Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | 1827 - 290 стор.
...winds, How many shrink-into the sordid hut, Of cheerless poverty. p. 169. Now, all amid the rigors of the year, In the wild depth of winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice. be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | William Hone - 1828 - 514 стор.
...enterthus exposed in the approaching season, " —all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depih of winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow...much room to my feelings. My intention was but to ining the wide part from the field by Copen- form you of a regretted change in a scene hagen-house,... | |
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