| 1821 - 270 lehte
...bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flow'rs, In mingled clouds to him ; whose sun exalts, Whose...to him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's ear, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious... | |
| 1821 - 282 lehte
...bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flow'rs. In mingled clouds to him ; whose sun exalts, Whose...perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bond, ye harvests, wave to him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's ear, As home he goes beneath... | |
| James Thomson - 1821 - 244 lehte
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| James Thomson - 1822 - 174 lehte
...stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled...watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, eft'use your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the... | |
| 1842 - 622 lehte
...NATURE, FOR AUGUST, 1845. BY MR. WILLIAM ROGERSON, of the Royal Observatory, Greenwich. " SOFT roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled...perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend j ye harvests, wave to him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath... | |
| Rev. W. Hutton - 1822 - 306 lehte
...than with the following quotation from the author of The Seasons: " Soft roll your incense herbs, an& fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to HIM, whose...Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints." CHAP. II. ANIMALS. " Fountain of elegance, unseen thyself, What limit owns thy beauty, when thy works... | |
| John Platts - 1822 - 844 lehte
...our limited apprehensions ; and, while we admire, it is impossible not to adore. — Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds, to Him, whose sun exalts, • ^Yhose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints! To the contemplative mind, the vegetable kingdom... | |
| William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 lehte
...stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds, to Him whose sun exalts, Whosebreath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave to Him ! Breathe... | |
| James Thomson - 1824 - 338 lehte
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| Garrit Furman - 1824 - 98 lehte
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