 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | rev. David Williams (M.A.) - 1850 - 162 стор.
...Fit haunt of Gods! where I had hopes to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day Which must be mortal to us both. O flowers! That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand, From your first op'ning buds, and... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 стор.
...haunt of Gods ? where I nad hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must lie mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow — My early visitation, and my last At even — which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and... | |
 | John Milton - 1860 - 424 стор.
...shades, Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | Gordon Willoughby James Gyll - 1860 - 410 стор.
...Fit haunt of Gods ; where I had hoped to spend Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day Which must be mortal to us both — O flowers That never will in other climate grow, Who now will rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes ? Aporia, or doubt. — This figure expresses... | |
 | Thomas McNicoll - 1861 - 396 стор.
...Fit haunt for gods ? where I had hope to fpend, Quiet though fad, the refpite of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in...other climate grow, My early vifitation, and my laft I At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the firft opening bud, and gave ye names! Who now... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers That never will in other climate grow — My early visitation, and my last At even — which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and... | |
 | John Milton - 1862 - 568 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | John Milton - 1862 - 366 стор.
...Fit haunt of Gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave... | |
 | Henry Twells - 1862 - 262 стор.
...Fit haunt of gods? where I had hoped to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At eve, which I bred up with tender hand, From the first op'ning bud, and gave... | |
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I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both. O flowers That never will in other climate grow... 
