 | Edward Bysshe - 1710 - 620 oldal
...flow'ry Meads, And in foft Murmurs interchange our Souls ; Together drink the Chryftal of the Stream, Or tafte the yellow Fruit which Autumn yields : And...the golden Evening calls us home, Wing to our downy Beds, and fleep till Morn. Lee Thnit. Thus Ifrom tedious Toils of Empire free, The fervile Pomp of... | |
 | Nathaniel Lee - 1734 - 412 oldal
...Meads, And in foft Murmurs interchange our Souls ; Together drink the Cry ftat of the Stream, Or talk the yellow Fruit which Autumn yields ; And when the golden Evening calls us home, Wing to our downy Nell, and ftsep- till Morn. 36 TlfEODOSlUS; or^, Atben. Ah Prince! no more! forbear, forbear to charm... | |
 | Henry Fielding - 1773 - 314 oldal
...There in foft murmurs interchange our fouls, ' Together drink the cr; flal of the flream, ' Or tafle the yellow fruit which Autumn yields; ' And when the...golden evening calls us home, ' Wing to our downy nefts, and fleep till mom. * Or how would this difdain ofOtway, ' Who'd be that fooliili, fordid thing,... | |
 | Francis Gentleman - 1773 - 100 oldal
...chryftal of the ftream, Or tafte the yellow fruit which Autumn yield?; And, when the golden ev'ning calls us home, Wing to our downy neft, and fleep till morn. Jofius. Humility and Infmuation are thus batyilyfet forth • by Shakefpearc. Thus, Brutus, did my... | |
 | Henry Fielding, Arthur Murphy - 1806 - 444 oldal
...There in soft murmurs interchange our souls ; ' Together drink the crystal of the stream, ' Or taste the yellow fruit which autumn yields ; ' And when...golden evening calls us home, ' Wing to our downy nests, and sleep till morn.' ' Or how would this disdain of Otway — < Who'd be that foolish sordid... | |
 | 1811 - 718 oldal
...meads, And in soft murmurs interchange our souls ; Together drink the crystal of the stream, Or taste M`M N G + 2AN OfLYOZO EUM > > >/N D K 0 nest, ana sleep till morn. Athen. Ah, prince ! no more ! Forbear, forbear to charm me, Since I am doom'd... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 oldal
...our souls ; Together ((rink the crystal of the stream, Or taste the yellow fruit which autumn yieldi, And when the golden evening calls us home, Wing to our downy nest, ami sleep till morn. Athen. Ah, prince ! no more ! Forbear, forbear to charm me, Since I am doom'd... | |
 | 1820 - 450 oldal
...; Therr in soft murmurs interchange our souls ; Together drink the crystal of the stream, Or taste the yellow fruit which autumn yields; And when the golden evening calls us home. Wing to our downy nests, and sleep till morn." Or how would this disdain of Otway — " Who'd be that foolish sordid... | |
 | 1821 - 400 oldal
...meads, And, in soft murmurs, interchange our souls : Together drink the chrystal of the stream, Or taste the yellow fruit which autumn yields ; And, when the golden evening calls us home, Wing to our downy nest, and sleep till morn." And a beautiful little extract from the Duke of Guise, and we will, positively,... | |
 | Henry Fielding - 1821 - 846 oldal
...meads, There in soft murmurs interchange our souls, Together drink the crystal of the stream, Or taste the yellow fruit which autumn yields. And when the golden evening calls us home, Wing to our downy nests and sleep till morn.' Or bow would this disdain of Otway ? ' Who'd be that foolish, sordid thing,... | |
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There in soft murmurs interchange our souls ; Together drink the crystal of the stream, Or taste the yellow fruit which autumn yields ; And when the golden evening calls us home, Wing to our downy nests, and sleep till morn. 
