 | Alexander Pope - 1916 - 160 lehte
...let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move, And all those tender names in one, thy love ! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that... | |
 | Eric Partridge - 1924 - 284 lehte
...mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. The other : The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd ; Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, Or lull to rest the visionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Loud-sonnding aisles,... | |
 | Lawrence Lipking - 1988 - 338 lehte
...that celebrated descriptive passage in which Pope out-Ovids Ovid and out-Miltons Milton. The darksom pines that o'er yon' rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind. The wandring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that eccho to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that... | |
 | John Dixon Hunt - 1992 - 414 lehte
...There is no doubt at all which imagery succeeds best in identifying Eloisa's melancholy: The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying... | |
 | Rodney Stenning Edgecombe - 1994 - 290 lehte
...forests had already imported their monotonous sterility into Pope's Eloisa to Abelard—"The darksome pines that o'er yon' rocks reclin'd / Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind" 54 —and had also been used atmospherically in Crabbe's tale The Patron ("All green was vanish'd,... | |
 | Robert J. Griffin - 1995 - 208 lehte
...to reread the much-admired set piece on Melancholy from Pope's Eloisa toAbelard(17i-f): The darksom pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that eccho to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that... | |
 | Judith Broome - 2007 - 204 lehte
...dark passion. While the landscape is dark and forbidding, it is also frankly sensuous: The darksom pines that o'er yon' rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that eccho to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that... | |
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The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to... 
