 midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and...  Chambers's Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ... - Page 21edited by - 1830Full view - About this book
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1850 - 442 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1851 - 764 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent gien torn a dance, I pat on my speckcts to see them...that's by-past and sets it down here ; I see W illy woi And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - English literature - 1852 - 570 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's...The gradual dusky veil. While Spring shall pour his flowers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1852 - 332 pages
...walls more- awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Class-book - Poetry - 1852 - 152 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's...wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and ditn-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds , or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet , be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell , and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - English poetry - 1852 - 356 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks, o'er all, Thy dewy fingers draw The... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1854 - 426 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's...wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 pages
...walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's...wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, William Collins, George Gilfillan, Thomas Warton - English literature - 1854 - 354 pages
...from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, 10 And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er...all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil. 11 While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve... | |
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