 | 1821 - 438 oldal
...bless the Bow of, God. Mi-thinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang, On earth delivered from the deep* And the first Poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Un raptured greet thy beam : Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the Poet's theme. The earth to thee... | |
 | 1821 - 770 oldal
...untrod, Each mother held aloft her child And when its yellow lustre smiled To bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem...the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam : Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the poet's theme. The earth to thee... | |
 | 1821 - 772 oldal
...smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methiuks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang, On...the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam : Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the poet's theme. The earth to thce... | |
 | 1821 - 694 oldal
...Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks thy jubilee to keep, The first made anthem rang, On earth deliver'd from the deep. And...the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam : Theme of primeval prophecy. Be still the poet's theme. 1821.] 298 Review... | |
 | 1821 - 766 oldal
...mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first made anthem rang. On earth deliver'd from the deep, And...the first Poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam : Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the Poet's theme. The earth to thee... | |
 | 1821 - 408 oldal
...mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child TO bless the bow of God, 8 Methinks, thy juhilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang, On earth deliver'd from the deep, And the first Poet sang. 9 The earth to theeits incense yields, The lark thy welcome sings, When glittering in the freshen 'd... | |
 | Joanna Baillie - 1823 - 386 oldal
...lustre smil'd O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem...Theme of primeval prophecy! Be still the poet's theme. 44. The earth to thee its incense yields, The lark thy welcome sings, When glitt'ring in the freshen'd... | |
 | 1823 - 400 oldal
...bless the bow of GOD. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang, On earth delivered from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Uuraptured greet thy beam : Theme of primeval prophecy, Be stilt the poet's theme. The earth to thee... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1823 - 780 oldal
...bless the bow of God. Methinks', thy jubilee to keep, The first made anthem rang, On earth delivered from the deep, And the first Poet sang. Nor ever shall the muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam ; Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the poet's theme. The earth to thee... | |
 | 1823 - 792 oldal
...bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first made anthem rang, On earth delivered from the deep, And the first Poet sang. Nor ever shall the muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam ; Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the poet's theme. The earth to thee... | |
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O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang On earth deliver'd from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's... 
