 | John Chetwode Eustace - 1815 - 534 lehte
...which so often melts the heart of the lover, and lulls the imagination of the poet, J 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... | |
 | John Chetwode Eustace - 1818 - 642 lehte
...melancholy which so often melts the heart of the lover, and lulls the imagination of the poet. The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd,. Wave high , and murmur to the hollow wind , The wandering streams that shine between ike hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling rills t The dying... | |
 | John Chetwode Eustace - 1818 - 694 lehte
...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 flying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes lhat quiver to the curling breeze. But o'er ihc tViiiijlit... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 lehte
...let thy handmaid, sister, daughter, move, And all those tender names in one, thy lore! The darksome -offence, more than for God offended. Reject not then what ofTer'd means ; w "\<i-.- wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 402 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 wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying... | |
 | John Chetwode Eustace - 1821 - 526 lehte
...melancholy which so often melts the heart of the lover, and lulls the imagination of the poet. The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, * Beyond the flaming bounds of time and space. The wandering streams that shine between the hills,... | |
 | John Chetwode Eustace - 1821 - 530 lehte
...melancholy which so often melts the heart of the lover, and lulls the imagination of the poet. The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, * Beyond the flaming bounds of time and space. The wandering streams that shine between the hills ,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - 402 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, 156 The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1822 - 402 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, 156 The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,... | |
 | Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824 - 400 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... | |
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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... 
