 | Mark Akenside - 1744 - 110 trang
...590 Each pafling hour fheds tribute from her wings ; And ftill new beauties meet his lonely walk ; And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The fetting fun's effulgence, not a ftrain 595 From all the tenants of the warbling fhade Afcends,... | |
 | John Gilbert Cooper - 1757 - 420 trang
...morn. 590 Each paffing hour fheds tribute from her wings ; And ftill new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The fetting fun's effulgence, not a ftrain 595 Froip all the tenants of the warbling fhade... | |
 | Mark Akenside - 1744 - 124 trang
...morn. 590 Each paffing hour fheds tribute from her wings i And ftill new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze * Flies o'er the meadow, net a cloud imbibes The letting fun's effulgence, not a ftrain 595 From all the tenants of the warbling... | |
 | Johann Georg Zimmermann - 1799 - 390 trang
...morn. Each paffing hour flieds tribute from her wings; And ftill new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The fetting fun's effulgence, not a ftrain From all the tenants of the warbling fliade Afcends,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1799 - 408 trang
...morn. Each pafsing hour fheds tribute from her wings ; And flill new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud imbibes The fetting fun's effulgence; not a ftrain From all the tenants of the warbling made Afcends... | |
 | 1801 - 446 trang
...spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds: for him the hand Ot Autunm tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and...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 The setting... | |
 | 1801 - 446 trang
...them the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for them the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the mom : • Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings, And still new beauties meet thcil lonely... | |
 | 1802 - 302 trang
...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. 590 Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk ;... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 trang
...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...hour sheds tribute from her wings }; And still new betulties meet his lonely walk , And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow ,... | |
 | Mark Akenside - 1804 - 206 trang
...Morn. 590 Each passing Hour sheds tribute from her wings, Aiid still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain 595 From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends... | |
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Each passing hour sheds 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 The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the... 
