 | 1818 - 596 strani
...leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And the bee banquets ou thro' a whole year" of flowers, Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thiii veil o'er the day, Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the beit joys... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 276 strani
...leaf never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers. Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joys... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1821 - 294 strani
...leaf never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers. Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy... | |
 | 1822 - 1148 strani
...leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers; And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; Where the sun loves to pause, With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the dny ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live', Is worth the best joy... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1822 - 198 strani
...leaf never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole vear of flowers. Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joys... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1823 - 580 strani
...never dies in the still blooming bowers ; And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; Where the sun loves to pause, With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live', Is worth the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 464 strani
...never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy... | |
 | 1823 - 582 strani
...never dies in the still blooming bowers ; And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; . Where the sun loves to pause, With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; . • . Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live,' Is worth the... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 314 strani
...never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day ; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy... | |
 | 1824 - 470 strani
...prospects of nature. Salerno is on the shores of the Tyrrhene Sea ; was the country of the Picentini ; and once was famous for its medical school. In the...sisters dwelt. Thus, we were gazing on the very spot where Ulysses had sailed, and vEneas also ; where music once was which no one who listened to hear... | |
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OH ! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay,... 
