 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 628 oldal
...ceiba's crimson pomp display 'd O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake so wild and fair, The betel waves...Our English fairies never trod ; Yet who in Indian bow'r has stood, But thought on England's ' good green wood ?' And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade,... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 340 oldal
...ceiba's crimson pomp display'd O'er the broad plaintain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel...Our English fairies never trod ; Yet who in Indian bower has stood, But thought on England's " good green wood ?" And blessed beneath the palmy shade,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 626 oldal
...ceiba's crimson pomp display'd O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel...Our English fairies never trod ; Yet who in Indian bow'r has stood, But thought on England's " good green wood ?" And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 620 oldal
...ceiba's crimson pomp display'd O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake so wild and fair, The betel waves...Our English fairies never trod ; Yet who in Indian bow'r has stood, But thought on England's ' good green wood ?' And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade,... | |
 | 1828 - 588 oldal
...ceiba's crimson pomp disploy'd O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel...Our English fairies never trod ; Yet who in Indian bower has stood, Bui thoughton England's "good green wood?" And blest beneath the palmy shade, Her... | |
 | 1828 - 598 oldal
...ceiba's crimson pomp display'd O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel...Our English fairies never trod ; Yet who in Indian bow'r has stood, But thought on England's " good green And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade, Her hazel... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 oldal
...ceiua's crimson pomp display'd O'er the broad plantain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel...shade, so green a sod, Our English fairies never trod ; Vet who in Indian bow'r has stood, But thought on England's " good green wood ':" And bless'd, beneath... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 oldal
...plantain's humbler shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The hetel waves his crest in air. With pendent train and rushing...Our English fairies never trod ; Yet who in Indian bow'r has stood, But thought on England's " good green wood >" And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade,... | |
 | 1828 - 580 oldal
...shade, And dusk anana's prickly blade ; While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel wares bis crest in air. With pendent train and rushing wings,...Our English fairies never trod; Yet who in Indian bower has stood, But thought on England's " good green wood ?" And blest beneath the palmy shade, Her... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 564 oldal
...prickly blade ; / While o'er the brake, so wild and fair, The betel waves his crest in air. With pendant train and rushing wings, Aloft the gorgeous peacock...Our English fairies never trod ! Yet who in Indian bow'r has stood, But thought on England's " good green wood ?" And bless'd, beneath the palmy shade,... | |
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With pendent train and rushing wings Aloft the gorgeous peacock springs; And he the bird of hundred dyes, Whose plumes the dames of Ava prize. So rich a shade, so green a sod Our English fairies never trod. Yet who in Indian bowers has stood, But thought... 
