 | Robert Chambers - 1902 - 864 trang
...to rove, By verdant hill or shady grove, Where fervent bees, with humming voice, Around the honied him a native of the rocks. Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with un ! Lulled by the lapse of gliding floods, Cheered by the warbling of the woods, How blest my days, my... | |
 | 1911 - 482 trang
...wont to rove By verdant hill or shady grove, Where fervent bees with humming voice Around the honeyed oak rejoice, And aged elms, with awful bend, In long cathedral walks extend, Lulled by the lapse of gliding floods, Cheered by the warbling of the woods, How blessed my days, my... | |
 | Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1911 - 472 trang
...wont to rove By verdant hill or shady grove, Where fervent bees with humming voice Around the honeyed oak rejoice, And aged elms, with awful bend, In long cathedral walks extend, Lulled by the lapse of gliding floods, Cheered by the warbling of the woods, How blessed my days, my... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 trang
...blithesome were we wont to rove By verdant hill or shady grove, Where fervent bees, with humming voice, Around the honey'd oak rejoice, And aged elms with...bend In long cathedral walks extend ! Lull'd by the lapse of gliding floods, Cheer 'd by the warbling of tlie woods, How blest my days, my thoughts how... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 528 trang
...to rove By verdant hill or shady grove, Where fervent bees, with humming voice, Around the honey 'd oak rejoice, And aged elms with awful bend In long cathedral walks extend ! Lull'd by the lapse of gliding floods, Cheer 'd by the warbling of the woods, How blest my days, my thoughts how... | |
 | 1825 - 938 trang
...to rove By verdant hill, or shady grove, Where fervent bees with humming voice Around the honey 'd oak rejoice, And aged elms, with awful bend, In long cathedral walks extend ! Lull'd by the lapse of gliding floods, Cheer'd by the warbling of the woods, How blest my days, my thoughts how free,... | |
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How blest my days, my thoughts how free, In sweet society with thee ! Then all was joyous, all was young, And years unheeded roll'd along : But now the pleasing dream is o'er, These scenes must charm me now no more. 
