 How blithely might the bugle-horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn ! How sweet, at eve, the lover's lute Chime, when the groves were still and mute! And, when the midnight moon should lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would...  Guide to French translation - Trang 182bởi Léon Contanseau - 1847 - 120 trangXem Toàn bộ - Giới thiệu về cuốn sách này
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 454 trang
...bower; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister grey. How blithely might the bugle horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn! How sweet,...silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The hoi}' matin's distant hum, While the deep peal's commanding tone Should wake, in yonder islet lone,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 444 trang
...bower; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister grey; How blithely might the bugle horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn! How sweet,...groves were still and mute! And, when the midnight moon did lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come Whilethe deep peal's commanding... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1811 - 602 trang
...bower; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister grey; How blithely might the bugle horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn! How sweet,...were still and mute ! And, when the midnight moon did lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The holy mattin's distant... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1811 - 464 trang
...bower; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister grey; How blithely might the bugle horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn! How sweet,...groves were still and mute! And, when the midnight moon did lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The holy mattin's distant... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1813 - 470 trang
...tower; In that soft vale, a lady's bower; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister grey. How blithely might the bugle-horn Chide, on the lake,...silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The holy matin's distant hum, While the deep peal's commanding tone Should wake, in yonder islet lone, A sainted... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1813 - 346 trang
...bower; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister gay; How blithely might the bugle horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn! How sweet...groves were still and mute' And when the midnight moon did lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The holy matin's distant... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1818 - 410 trang
...of a cloister gray, How blithely might the bugle horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering uiovn'. • How sweet, at eve, the lover's lute Chime, when the...groves were still and mute And, when the midnight moon did lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would coma The holy matin's distant... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 282 trang
...tower; In that soft vale, a lady's bower; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister grey. How blithely might the bugle-horn Chide, on the lake,...silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The holy matin's distant hum, VOL. v. B The boat had touch'd this silver strand, Just as the Hunter left his... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1821 - 512 trang
...In that soft vale, a lady's bower; " On yonder meadow, far away, " The turrets of a cloister grey. " How blithely might the bugle-horn " Chide, on the...wave, " How solemn on the ear would come " The holy matin's distant hum, " While the deep peal's commanding tone " Should wake, in yonder islet lone, "... | |
 | George Nelson Smith - 1822 - 272 trang
...bower ; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister grey; How blithely might the bugle horn Chide, on the lake, the lingering morn ! How sweet,...were still and mute ! And, when the midnight moon did lave Her forehead in the silver wave, How solemn on the ear would come The holy mattin's distant... | |
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