 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 oldal
...birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus* was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 oldal
...birds on the myrtle bushes, The clcale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus* was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying... | |
 | 1832 - 598 oldal
...The birds on the myrtle bushes, Thecicale above in the line, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 oldal
...birds on the myrtle bushes, The cigale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was Bowing, And all dark Tempe lay In IMic.n'- shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying... | |
 | 1833 - 544 oldal
...the Her Von Joel, when, like Pan, " he clasps a reed," and, as Shelley sings, The lizards below on the grass, Are as silent as ever old Tmolus was — Listening to his sweet pipings. One of the last evenings in last August, inconveniently and unexpectedly turned... | |
 | 1846 - 436 oldal
...birds on the myrtle-bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 oldal
...birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus • was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pi-lion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the... | |
 | 1854 - 456 oldal
...birds on the myrtle-bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying... | |
 | Bayard Taylor - 1855 - 218 oldal
...rushes, The lees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, TJie cicdle above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass Are as silent as...ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings." III. I cannot separate the minstrels' worth ; Each is alike transcendent and divine. What were the... | |
 | Bayard Taylor - 1855 - 204 oldal
...bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle lushes, The cicdle above in the lime, And the lizards lelow in the grass Are as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings" III. I cannot separate the minstrels' worth ; Each is alike transcendent and divine. What were the... | |
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The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings. 
