 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
 | 1849 - 736 стор.
...alternate labor, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven. * * * * 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 ;... | |
 | Arthur Edward Knox - 1850 - 302 стор.
...snipes, but to various species of grallatorial birds, resident as well as migratory. CHAPTER IV. " 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."... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 стор.
...troops, 420 Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelmed. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth...Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat 425 Between the groaning forest and the shore, Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | 1852 - 874 стор.
...sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. Now all amid the rigors e And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater ' Here at be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore, Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | James Thomson, George Gilfillan - 1853 - 408 стор.
...of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. K Now, all amid the rigours of the year, 424 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 ;... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 стор.
...whelmed. TUB WINTER HOMESTEAD ', ITS PROPER LOCATION. — STUDY OF HISTORY. Now, all amid the rigors ng dogs divined. What roeks did ^Etna's bellowing month expire From her torn entrails be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
 | Q. K. Philander Doesticks - 1857 - 226 стор.
...troops^ Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering rain 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 ;... | |
 | William Hone - 1859 - 918 стор.
..." —«11 amid the rignan of the yir, In the wiM depth of winter, while without The ceaselcM wiadi blow ice," Perhaps, sir, I give too much room to my...a scene which you have noticed and admired in the Efery-Day Book. Should you consider it worthy of further notice in the Table Book, you will oblige... | |
 | James Thomson - 1861 - 480 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,... | |
 | James Thomson - 1862 - 272 стор.
...troops, Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whclm'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 shoro Beat by the boundless multitude of waves,... | |
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