 Ye brown o'erarching groves, That contemplation loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight ! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, With Freedom...  Broadstone of Honor - 175. oldalszerző: Kenelm Henry Digby - 1826 - 311 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Charles George Harper - 1902 - 364 oldal
...Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn — Oft wooed the gleam of Cynthia, silver bright, In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melancholy." Few lines in the whole range of our poetry are so beautiful as these. But Gray's own private and unofficial... | |
 | Thomas Marc Parrott - 1904 - 334 oldal
...contemplation loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright In cloisters...With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melancholy." Gray had, moreover, the true poet's quick sensitiveness to the appeal of romantic- landsen pe. literature,... | |
 | 1905 - 1008 oldal
...the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft wooed the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright In cloister dim, far from the haunts of Folly, With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melancholy. No less prevailingly may the picturesque words of Andrew Lang sound for us as we enjoy the superb delights... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1909 - 168 oldal
...blufli of dawn " I trod your level lawn, " Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia filver-bright " In cloifters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, " With Freedom by my Side, and foft-ey'd Melancholy. RECITATIVE. But hark ! the portals found, and pacing forth With folemn fteps... | |
 | Carlos de Mesquita - 1911 - 284 oldal
...! Oft at the blush of dawn » I trod your levei lawn, Oft woo'd the gleem of Cynthia silver bright In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melancholy» (i). Este trecho de Thomas Warton é um dos vários echos da passagem de // Penseroso atraz transcrita,... | |
 | Sydney Waterlow - 1912 - 246 oldal
...loves, C Where willowy Camus lingers with delight ! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright In cloisters...With Freedom by my side and soft-eyed Melancholy.' RECITATIVE But hark ! the portals sound, and pacing forth With solemn steps and slow, High Potentates,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1914 - 634 oldal
...contemplation loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright, In cloisters...With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melancholy.' Surely if these lines are, as they are, successful, it is because, like all really successful poetry,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1914 - 626 oldal
...loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight ! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright, In cloisters...With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melancholy.' Surely if these lines are, as they are, successful, it is because, like all really successful poetry,... | |
 | Oswald Doughty - 1922 - 492 oldal
...loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight ! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright In cloisters...the haunts of Folly, With Freedom by my Side, and soft-ey'd Melancholy. Thought indeed destroyed the earthly paradise of Gray. He could not forget the... | |
 | 1926 - 470 oldal
...delight ! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver bright In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, With Freedom by my Side, and soft-ey'd Melancholy.' In 1750, the noisy undergraduates of Peterhouse frightened the timid poet, who... | |
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