| 1810 - 234 páginas
...taste gratified ! especially in the books of Proverbs, Ecckaastes, and some of the minor prophets.. -Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt, Clear springs or shady groves, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song, Imt chief Thee Sion, and... | |
| Anna Seward - 1811 - 568 páginas
...to Hi' ascent of that steep savage hill Satan had jonrnied on, pens'ac, and slow." •—— — " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses...haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill." -" As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately... | |
| Anna Seward - 1811 - 434 páginas
...and half. " Now to th' ascent of that steep savage hill .Satan had jimmied on, pensive, and slow.-" " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or smmy hill." " As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top... | |
| Anna Seward - 1811 - 428 páginas
...believe him to be proud and fastidious ; yet not the more " Cease I to wander where his muse may hannt Clear spring, or shady grove — or sunny hill, Smit with the love of her mellifluent song." Alas ! I knew that the poetic laurels strike with no enduring root till they... | |
| Nicolas Freeman, Antoine Jay - 1812 - 442 páginas
...So thick a drop serene. hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet, not the more Çease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or...hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes forget Those other two equall'd with me in fate, So were I equall'd with them in renown... | |
| John Mason Good - 1813 - 764 páginas
...ray, and find no dawn : So thirk a drop serene hatli queneb'd their orbs, Or <lim suffusion vcil'il. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or snimy hill, Smit with the love of sacred son£ : hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brocks beneath,... | |
| William Scott - 1814 - 424 páginas
...piercing ray, and find 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...Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, ^Nightly I visit... | |
| 1814 - 984 páginas
...can wish for our edification, or improvement, which this fund of knowledge doth not supply. — — Yet not the more, Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Zion, and the flow'ry banks beneath, That washed thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit.... | |
| John Anstey - 1815 - 240 páginas
...nor yet the more have ceas'd* To greet St. MICHAEL* the Archangel's feast, * — — — — - Yel not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring or shady grove, &c. 1 Golden Lyre— Sir John Fortescue observes, " that " The University of the Laws, (for so he calls... | |
| Sir Thomas Bernard - 1818 - 292 páginas
...have had experience of this mercy, when he added to his poetical complaint those beautiful lines : • Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses...Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit witli the love of sacred song, Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Mr. LYTTELTON.... | |
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