 | Samuel Rogers - 1806 - 208 trang
...Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'd from the sky. Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,t Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy...bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to.its source. 'Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar... | |
 | 1817 - 494 trang
...summer, is an animal of singular beauty. Hark ! the BEE winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to saluto the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends...her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye no finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1820 - 160 trang
...sky. Crushed by the meagre hand, when welcomed from Hark the bee winds her small but mellow horn, (19) Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. vl'is noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought.... | |
 | William Kirby, William Spence - 1823 - 556 trang
...Being's glorious chain. In the elegant lines in which this couplet occurs b, ' Illiger Mag. i. 488. b " Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn, O'er which were pointed out to me by my friend Dr. Alderson of Hull, Mr. Rogers supposes the bee to be conducted... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 trang
...from the shy. Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. ui thymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. I i> noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought. Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 trang
...perchance the first to die. Crushed by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark! the bee (21) winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thy my downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. *T is noon, Ч... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 516 trang
...meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! Ihe bee (31) winds her small but mellow hom, Blilhe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, Ч is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 514 trang
...perchance the first to die, Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! the bee (21) winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of mom. O'er tliymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is... | |
 | 1836 - 388 trang
...Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, 't is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,... | |
 | Royal Entomological Society of London - 1836 - 468 trang
...to prove, nor from the operation of memory, as supposed by Rogers in his ' Pleasures of Memory'*. * Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn; O'er Another interesting inquiry arises as to the manner in which this nest is enlarged from time to time... | |
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O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, 't is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind ; Its orb so full,... 
