 Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling...  My school-boy days - Page 138by My school-boy days - 1844Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1844 - 846 pages
...branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; (1 clond imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade... | |
 | Periodicals - 1845 - 732 pages
...be said — " For him the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds: for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch...the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt awake him. Not a breeze Flies... | |
 | William Draper Swan - American literature - 1845 - 494 pages
...breast enjoys. For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch...the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pages
...breast enjoys. For him the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. 1 Of him who strives, Sfc. — ie of him who struggles with adverse fortune, that he may still preserve... | |
 | Mark Akenside - Poetry - 1845 - 364 pages
...breast enjoys. For him, the Spring Distills her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. 590 Each passing Hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 pages
...silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him , the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch W^th blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies... | |
 | F. S., Frederick Saunders - 1853 - 306 pages
...mortal man. For him the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch...the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - American essays - 1853 - 364 pages
...mortal man. For him the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds ; for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch...the morn Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies... | |
 | Floriculture - 1853 - 352 pages
...sooner. » " No spring or summer's beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face : For autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn ; And leaves are tinged with beauty fur above Spring's gayest hues, or brightest, freshest green ;... | |
 | Education - 1854 - 406 pages
...breast enjoye. For him, the Spring Distila her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch...the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, . And loves unfflt attract him. Not a breeze Flies... | |
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