 Smooth'd up with snow ; and, what is land, unknown. What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.  Blackwood's Magazine - Страница 2971831Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | James Thomson, Dr. Johnson - 1818 - 316 страница
...begin, Dwell all on Thee, with Thee conclude my song ; And let me never, never stray from Thee !. - and down he sinks Beneath the shelter of the shapeless...drift, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death. D, Wf Printer. v .. /• •>:'» 'Jo TJ "I ii .!j . ' 'fj"iil oi'J ir I *" ' e, ' ' The subject proposed.... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 страница
...[known, Smooth'd up with snow ; and, wliat is land, unOg What water of the still unfrozen spring, jn the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh...drift, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mii'il with the tender anguish Nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 278 страница
...pow'r of frost ! Of faithless bogs ; of precipices huge, Smooth'd up with snow ; and what is land, unknown^ What water, of the still unfrozen spring,...bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 страница
...frost ! Of faithless bogs ; of precipices huge. Smooth'd up with snow ; and what is land, uiikaown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose...bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish nature shoots Through the rung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends, unseen, in... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1821 - 280 страница
...unfathoiuahly deep, A dire descent, beyond the pow'r of frost ! Of fail h less hogs ; of pn-npices huge, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose...> Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. 4. These check his fearful steps; and down he sinks Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift, Thinking... | |
 | James Thomson - 1822 - 174 страница
...power of frost ! Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, Smooth'd up with snow ; and, wtwt is land, unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring,...drift. Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death, Mix'tl with the tender anguish Nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 272 страница
...huge, Smooth'd up with snow; and, what is land, 1111What water, of the still unfrozen spring, [known, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh...bitterness of death, Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In... | |
 | William Jillard Hort - 1822 - 234 страница
...fast, And every tempest, howling o'er his head, Renders the savage wilderness more wild. He checks his fearful steps, and down he sinks Beneath the shelter...drift, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death. In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair blazing, and the vestment warm. In vain his... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1822 - 322 страница
...the pow'r of frost! Of faithless bogs; of precipices hu^e, Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land, unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, WTiere the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. 4. These check hi* fearful steps; and down he sinks... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 страница
...of precipices huge Smooth'dupwithsnow; and what is land unknown, What urater of the still-unfrozen illiam shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man, His wife, his children, and his friends, unseen. In... | |
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