 | Joanna Baillie - 1840 - 436 oldal
...garments gathered up, And all right gladly to their homes return. The village, lone and silent through the day, Receiving from the fields its merry bands, Sends forth its evening sound, confused but cheerful; Yelping of curs, and voices stern and shrill, And true-love ballads... | |
 | Joanna Baillie - 1842 - 96 oldal
...garments gathered up, And all right gladly to their homes return. The village, lone and silent through the day, Receiving from the fields its merry bands, Sends forth its evening sound, confused but cheerful ; Yelping of curs, and voices stern and shrill, And true-love... | |
 | Roger Lonsdale, Roger H. Lonsdale - 1990 - 612 oldal
...fragments of their feast, Return right gladly to their peaceful homes. The village, lone and silent through the day, Receiving from the fields its merry bands, Sends forth its evening sound, confused but cheerful; Whilst dogs and children, eager housewives' tongues, And true-love... | |
 | Ira Livingston - 1997 - 276 oldal
...aestheticizes the two into the concordia discord of a nostalgic chaos: The village, lone and silent through the day, Receiving from the fields its merry bands, Sends forth its evening sound, confused but cheerful; Whilst dogs and children, eager housewives' tongues, And true-love... | |
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Or tree or shrub or gate or human form, All lengthened out in antic disproportion Upon the darkened ground. Their task is finished, Their rakes and scattered garments gathered up, And all right gladly to their homes return. The village, lone and silent... 