 | David Simpson - 1825 - 398 pàgines
...Give every author the honour due unto him, and sing with our Epic Bard : i ... i « Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring,...chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit." This book, which you are unhappy... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pàgines
...dawn ; So thiek a drop serene hath queneh' J their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise...eyea, and on thy forehead gaze ; Two hundred to a saered unng ; but ehief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, und... | |
 | James Hervey - 1825 - 424 pàgines
...celebrated authors of Greece and Rome. - Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haupt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit...love of sacred song : but chief Thee Sion, and the flowery banks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visiL'f dsp. Another... | |
 | John Milton - 1826 - 318 pàgines
...thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease 1 to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, 30 That wash'd thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor... | |
 | 1827 - 294 pàgines
...dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring,...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 pàgines
...no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt, Clear spring...but chief Thee Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 pàgines
...no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring,...chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those other two... | |
 | William Scott - 1829 - 420 pàgines
...no dawn j So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring,...Smit with the love of sacred song— but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hollow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit-^nor... | |
 | University of Cambridge - 1830 - 636 pàgines
...no dann ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring,...chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes forget Those other... | |
 | John Milton - 1831 - 290 pàgines
...; hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery hrooks heneath, That wash'd thy hallow'd feet, and warhling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those...equal'd with them in renown ! Blind Thamyris, and hlind Maconides ; And Tiresias, and Phineos, prophets old : Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move... | |
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Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song... 
