 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1788 - 326 стор.
...brigades of marching troops, Or hamlets fleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the fmothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceafelefs winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning foreft and the fhore Beat by the... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 292 стор.
...brigades of marching troops, Or hamlets fleeping in the dead of night, Are deep'beneath the fmothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of winter* while without 435 The ceafelefs winds blow ice, be my retreat* Between the groaning foreft and the fhore Beat by... | |
 | James Thomson - 1793 - 300 стор.
...brigades of marching 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 of Winter, while without 425 The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless... | |
 | 1793 - 416 стор.
...goes, I know not a more delightful picture than that which Thomfon. has given us in his winter. *' Now all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of winter, while without The ceafelefs winds blow ice, be my retreat Between the groaning foreft and the fliort, Beat by a boundlefs... | |
 | James Thomson, Robert Heron - 1793 - 384 стор.
...Winter. THE fcene which our poet chufes for his retreat amid the horrours of winter is finely fancied; Now, all amid the rigours of the year, • In the wild depth of winter, iahile without The ceafeltfs winds hlow ice, he my retreat, Between the groaning forejl and thtjhore... | |
 | James Thomson, Patrick Murdoch - 1793 - 308 стор.
...fmothering ruin whelm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceafelefs winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning foreft and the more Beat by the boundlefs multitude of waves, A rural, fhelter'd, folitary fcene ; Where ruddy fire... | |
 | Ann Radcliffe - 1795 - 522 стор.
...againft difficulty. Sua-i>e mart magno, turbantibus ayuara venfis ; and, however we might exclaim, -" be my retreat Between the groaning foreft and the fhore, Beat by the boundlefs multitude of waves I" it was pleafant to add, " Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join 7'0 cheer the gloom." BROUGHAM... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 972 стор.
...marching troops, Or hamlets fkeping in the dead of night. Are deep beneath the {mothering ruin whclm'd. Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, whik without The ceafekfs winds blow ice, be my retreat, .Between the groaning forcfl and the fhorc... | |
 | James Thomson - 1800 - 302 стор.
...marching troops , Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night , Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelnrM. 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 shure Beat by the... | |
 | James Thomson - 1802 - 340 стор.
...brigades of marching 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 of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat bv the... | |
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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... 
