 | Henry Hart Milman - 1826 - 188 pàgines
...diadem the sky: —thou noble river, Whose quiet ebb, not like my fortune, sinks With gentle downfall, and around the keels Of those thy myriad barks mak'st...spires And palaces, where I was once the greatest, The happiest—I, whose presence made a tumult In all your wondering streets and jocund marts:— But most... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 pàgines
...like my fortune, sinks With gentle downfall, and around the keels Of those thy myriad barks makest passing music :— Oh ! thou great silent city, with...most of all, thou cool and twilight air. That art a mpture to the breath ! The sieve, The beggar, the most base down-trodden outmit. The plague-struck... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 pàgines
...around the keels Of those thy myriad barks makes! passing mamet— Oh! thou great silent city, wilh thy spires And palaces, where I was once the greatest,...a tumult In all your wondering streets and jocund marls:— But most of all, thou cool and twilight air, That art a rapture to the breath ! The slave,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 pàgines
...thou great silent city, with thy spires And palaces, where 1 was once the greatest, The Imppiest — I, whose presence made a tumult In all your wondering...The beggar, the most base down-trodden outcast, The plague struck livid wretch, there 's none so vile, So abject, in your streets, that swarm with life... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 pàgines
...diadem the sky; thou noble river, Whose quiet ebb, not like my fortune, sinks With gentle downfall, and around the keels Of those thy myriad barks mak'st...silent city, with thy spires And palaces, where I was onee the greatest, The happiest — I, whose presenee made a tumult In all your wondering streets and... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1866 - 704 pàgines
...diadem the sky : — thou noble river, Whose quiet ebb, not like my fortune, sinks With gentle downfall, and around the keels Of those thy myriad barks mak'st...greatest, The happiest — I, whose presence made a tumult lu all your wondering streets and jocund marts : — But most of all, thou cool oud twilight air, That... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1878 - 478 pàgines
...like my fortune, sinks With gentle downfall, and around the keels Of those thy myriad barks makest passing music :— Oh ! thou great silent city, with...spires And palaces, where I was once the greatest, The happiest—I, whose presence made a tumult In all your wondering streets and jocund marts :— But... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 504 pàgines
...s,lent city, with thy spirss And palaces, where I was once the greatest, The happiest — I, whoae presence made a tumult In all your wondering streets and jocund marts :— But mot of all, thon cool and twilight air, Thou art а rapture to the breath ! The slave, The beggar,... | |
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Of those thy myriad barks mak'st passing music : — Oh ! thou great silent city, with thy spires And palaces, where I was once the greatest, The happiest — I, whose presence made a tumult In all your wondering streets and jocund marts : — But most... 