mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Lalla Rookh - Страница 155написао/ла Thomas Moore - 1817 - 184 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
| Thomas Moore - 1841 - 392 страница
...flowers or flying gems : — And, near the boy, who tir'd with play Now nestling 'mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed,...mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire ; In which the PERI'S eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; * " You behold there a considerable... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1841 - 366 страница
...flowers or flying gems : — And, near the boy, who tir'd with play Now nestling 'mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount f Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair child, who fearless... | |
| 1841 - 332 страница
...play, Among the rosy wild flowers singing, As rosy and as wjld as they." There she paused, and soon " She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small minaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turned To... | |
| Sarah Carter Edgarton Mayo - 1841 - 330 страница
...and soon " She saw a wearied man dismount Prom his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small minaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turned To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet had day-beam burned Upon a brow more fierce... | |
| 1842 - 504 страница
...flowers of flying £ems : And, near the boy, who, tired with play, Now nestling mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed,...mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; The ruin'd maid, the shrine... | |
| 1842 - 480 страница
...gems : And, near the boy, who, tired with play, Now nestling mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied mau dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a...child who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'il Upon a brow more fierce than that, — Sullenly fierce — a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds... | |
| Charles Stuart Savile (hon.) - 1842 - 876 страница
...folds of his balapoosh(lO) was soon sound asleep. CHAPTER IV. Though never yet hath daybeam burned Upon a brow more fierce than that — Sullenly fierce — a mixture dire, Like the thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire ! In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless... | |
| John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 страница
...flowers or flying gems; — And, near the boy, who, tir'd with play Now nesting 'mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed,...fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day- beam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that, — Sullenly fierce — a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds,... | |
| 1844 - 784 страница
...republic. Barry's widow survived him many years, but he left no direct descendants. PARADISE AND THE PERI. SHE saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed,...rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then ewift his haggard brow he turned To the fair child who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam... | |
| Thomas Moore - 1844 - 800 страница
...flow'rs or flying gems : — And, near the boy, who tir'd with play Now nestling 'mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount2 Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair child,... | |
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