 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 276 strani
...unfolds : for him, the hand O f autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooroias gold, and blushes lik^ the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her...still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfi.lt attract him. Not a breeze JFlies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 strani
...morn. And ftill new beauties meet his lonely walk, Each paffing hour fheds tribute from her wings :• And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud imbibes The fitting fun's effulgence ; not a ftrain From all the tenants of the warbling fhade Afcends ; but whence... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1816 - 328 strani
...spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and...tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his loney walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud imbibes... | |
 | Robert Huish - 1818 - 904 strani
...idea of those refined, those extatic pleasures ! — " Then, not a breeze Flies o'er the meadows ; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence ; not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling simile Ascends ; but whence her bosom can partake Fresh pleasures, unreprov'd : nor thence partake.... | |
 | Mark Akenside - 1818 - 216 strani
...Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. 590 Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And... | |
 | Mark Akenside - 1818 - 210 strani
...Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. 590 Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And... | |
 | Mary Cooper - 1819 - 306 strani
...lovely as 1 ever saw ; perhaps, indeed, few have hearts so susceptible of the beauties of nature. ' Not a cloud imbibes the setting sun's effulgence ;...from all the tenants of the warbling shade ascends, from which my bosom cannot partake fresh pleasure unreprovet!.' From Ibis honeyed store, ten thousand... | |
 | Johann Georg Zimmermann - 1819 - 410 strani
...Its iucid leaves unfolds : for h,m ihe hand Of Auiumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming sold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties mcet his lonely walk. And loves unfelt a,tract him. Not a brceze Flies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1819 - 490 strani
...springDistils her dews, at<d from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfoi 1: for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch "With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings fAnd loves... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 strani
...spring Distils IKT dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves u-fold ; for him, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and...his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not abree/.e Flies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence ; not a strain From... | |
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His tuneful breast enjoys. For him, the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. 
