The livelong day dost chant that wondrous strain, Making wan Dian stoop her silver brows Out of the clouds to hear thee ? Who shall say, Thou lone one ! that thy melody is gay, Let him come listen now to that one note That thou art pouring o'er and o'er... Poems - Page 74by Fanny Kemble - 1844 - 152 pagesFull view - About this book
| Anna Maria Hall - 842 pages
...chaunt that woud'rous strain, Making wan Dian stoop her silver brows Out of the elouds to hear thec t Who shall say, Thou lone one ! that thy melody is...one note That thou art pouring o'er and o'er again Through the swcet echocs of thy mellow throat, With such a tobbing sound of dcep, dcep pain. I prithce... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...sad ! Listen, it sings again ! Art thou a spirit, that amongst the boughs The livelong day dost chant that wondrous strain, Making wan Dian stoop her silver brows Out of the clouds to hear thee ' Who shall aay, Thou lone one ! that thy melody is gay, Let him come listen now to that one note That thou art... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...sad ! Listen, it sings again ! Art thou a spirit, that amongst the boughs The livelong day dost chant that wondrous strain, Making wan Dian stoop her silver...one note That thou art pouring o'er and o'er again Through the sweet echoes of thy mellow throat, With such a sobbing sound of deep, deep pain. I prithee... | |
| 1860 - 520 pages
...with renewed attention, the listener's final verdict as to its spirit takes the form of a challenge : Who shall say, Thou lone one, that thy melody is gay,...throat, With such a sobbing sound of deep deep pain.! And so we might go on quoting, till our ad libitum merged in the reader's ail nauseam. But the weightier... | |
| William Harrison ainsworth - 1860 - 516 pages
...with renewed attention, the listener's final verdict as to its spirit takes the form of a challenge : Who shall say, Thou lone one, that thy melody is gay,...mellow throat, With such a sobbing sound of deep deep pain.J And so we might go on quoting, till our ad libitum merged in the reader's ad nauseam. But the... | |
| Leigh Hunt, Samuel Adams Lee - 1867 - 364 pages
...! Listen, it sings again ! Art them a spirit, that amongst the boughs The livelong night dost chant that wondrous strain, Making wan Dian stoop her silver...one note That thou art pouring o'er and o'er again Through the sweet echoes of thy mellow throat, With such a sobbing sound of deep, deep pain. I prithee... | |
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