 | Robert Chambers - 1902 - 864 páginas
...Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, His tuneful breast enjoys. From him the sprii I listils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves...fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morr Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wing And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And... | |
 | Myra Reynolds - 1896 - 312 páginas
...wrrom neither sordid wealth nor the gaudy spoils of honor can seduce to leave the sweets of nature, "Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings: And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him Nor thence partakes Fresh pleasure only; for the attentive... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1912 - 346 páginas
...branches shoot with gold . . ." — AKENSIDE, The Pleasures of Imagination, I. 290-291. "... the band Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn." — Ibid., III. 688-500. v. 2. the slumber of the poles. The word slumber is used here perhaps because... | |
 | Charaka Club - 1916 - 284 páginas
...Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, His tuneful breast enjoys. For him, the spring Distills her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for, the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. Each passing... | |
 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1918 - 422 páginas
...marbles and the sculptured gold, Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the Spring Distils her dews, and from the...tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 páginas
...Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, His tuneful breast injoys. For him, the spring Distills her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves...tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk ; And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes... | |
 | Mary Moody Emerson - 1993 - 692 páginas
...moon beams. Hithertoo you have had no association with retirement — for you, "the Spring may yet Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings And still new beauties meet thy lonely walk And loves unfelt attract thee All declare For what the Eternal Maker has ordained The... | |
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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. 
