الحقول المخفية
الكتب الكتب
" twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She... "
Encyclopaedia Britannica; Or A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and ... - الصفحة 21
1823
عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب

The New-York magazine; or, Literary repository, المجلد 3

1792 - عدد الصفحات: 822
...whifper'd promis'd pleafure, And bad the lovely fcenes at diilance hail ! Still would her touch the flrain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo ftill thro' all her fcn'gi •. And where her fweeteft theme fhe chofe, A foft refponfíve voice was...

A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Swift. Thompson. Watts ...

1794 - عدد الصفحات: 954
...whifper'd promis'd Pleafure, And bade the lovely fcenes at diftance hail! Still would her touch the (train prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo Hill through all the fong; And where her fweeteft theme flie chofe, A foft refponfive voice was heard...

The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., المجلد 9

Robert Anderson - 1795 - عدد الصفحات: 972
...whifper'd promis'd Pleafure, And bade the lovely fcenes at diftance hail! Still would her touch the drain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale. She call'd on Echo (till through all the fong ; And where her fweereft theme Ihe chofe, A foft refponlive voice was heard...

Sonnets, and Other Poems, المجلد 1

William Lisle Bowles - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 208
...Cathedral. • HOPE, AM ALLEGORICAL SKETCH, ON RECOVERING SLOWLY FROM SICKNESS. " But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, " •What was thy delighted measure ? " Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, " And bid the lovely scenes at distance hall." COLLINS. MOST KF.VKUr.Nr> WILLIAM ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, IV GRATITUDE...

Sonnets, and Other Poems,

William Lisle Bowles - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 216
...* The Cathedral. HOPE, ALLEGORICAL SKETCH, OH RECOVERING SLOWLY FROM SICKNESS. " But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, , " What was thy delighted measure ! " Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, " And bid the lovely scenes at distance hail." COLLINS. MOST REVEREND WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, IN GRATITUDE...

Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray ...

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...promis'd pleafure, And bade the lovely fcenes at i!¡ nance hail! Still would her touch the ilrain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale. She call'd on Echo Hill through all the fong ; And where her fweeteft theme fhe chofe, A foft refponfive voice was heard...

The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins

William Collins - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 206
...bcguil'd, A sullen, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still thro' all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every...

The Poetical Works of Mr. William Collins

William Collins - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 198
...sullen, strange, and mingled air, ' ,•.; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still thro' allthe song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every...

The poetical works of William Collins, with the comm. of Langhorne. To which ...

William Collins - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 166
...beguil'd ; A solemn, strange, and mingled air ; 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song ; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, 71 And Hope enchanted smil'd, and wav'd her golden...

The Poetical Works of William Collins

William Collins - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 168
...beguil'd; A solemn, strange, and mingled air; Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close...




  1. مكتبتي
  2. مساعدة
  3. بحث متقدم في الكتب
  4. التنزيل بتنسيق EPUB
  5. التنزيل بتنسيق PDF