 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 oldal
...private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions Than the old inmates to my- love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary...The sweetest and most ravishing contention That art or nature ever were at strife in. A sound of musick touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranc'd my... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1811 - 622 oldal
...Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than ; In- old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I clay by day frequented silent groves, And solitary walks....contention, That art and nature ever were at strife in. Amct. 1 cannot yet conceive, what you infer By art ami nature. Mm. I shall soon resolve ye. A sound... | |
 | John Ford - 1811 - 522 oldal
...private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary...walks. One morning early This accident encounter'd me: 1 heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention, That art and nature1 ever were at strife in*. Amet.... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1812 - 572 oldal
...private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary...most ravishing contention, That art and nature ever wero at strife in. ' Amcthui. I cannot yet conceive, what ypu infer By art and nature. ' Men. I shall... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 502 oldal
...private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary...The sweetest and most ravishing contention That art or nature ever were at strife in. A sound of inusick touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranc'd... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 508 oldal
...private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, ' And solitary...accident encounter'd me : I heard The sweetest and most savishing contention That art or nature ever were at strife in. A sound of musick touch'd mine ears,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 oldal
...sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, 1 day by day frequented silent prove». And solitary walks. One morning early This accident...contention, That art and nature ever were at strife in. Amtthus. I cannot yet conceive what you infer By art and nature. Пeн. 1 shall soon resolve ye.... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1820 - 594 oldal
...private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary...walks. One morning early This accident encounter'd me : 1 heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention, That art and nature ever were at strife in. Amet.... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1824 - 312 oldal
...private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companion!! Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves And solitary...contention That art and nature ever were at strife in. A sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranced my soul : as I stole nearer, Invited... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1825 - 312 oldal
...day by day frequented silent groves And solitary walks. One morning early This accident enconnter'd me : I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention That art and nature ever were at strife in. A sound of music touch'd mine ears, or rather Indeed entranced my soul ; as I stole nearer, Invited... | |
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To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise. To Thessaly I came : and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary... 
