 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; Or 'midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; 1 To poison, Sfc. — Compared to poison. 2 This exquisite poem seems to have been suggested by a... | |
 | William Collins - 1898 - 234 páginas
...the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell, Or midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. 2° Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov'd, till life could... | |
 | William Collins - 1898 - 236 páginas
...the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell, Or midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. 20 Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov'd, till life could... | |
 | William Collins - 1898 - 234 páginas
...the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell, Or midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. 20 Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed: Belov'd, till life could charm... | |
 | Oswald Doughty - 1922 - 492 páginas
...into a tender, undying regret : When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell, Or 'midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov'd till life can charm... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 páginas
...hoary Moss, and gather'd Flow'rs, When howling Winds, and beating Rain, In Tempests shake the sylvan Cell : Or midst the Chace on ev'ry Plain, The tender Thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely Scene shall thee restore, For thee the Tear be duly shed : Belov'd, till Life could charm... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...the ground where thou art laid, When howling winds, and beating rain. In tempests shake the sylvan cell, Or midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. 20 Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed: Belov'd, till life could charm... | |
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To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell: Or midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. 