| William John Courthope - 1903 - 590 páginas
...his poem At Penshurst:— „ a }- ' While in this park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion and forget to fear. When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
| Hippolyte Taine - 1908 - 514 páginas
...English Poets, "Waller, viii. 44. 8 " While in this park I sing, the list'ning deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear ; When to the beeches I report...my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bow'rs With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
| Hippolyte Taine - 1908 - 958 páginas
...English Poet», Waller, viii. 44. " While in this park I sing, the list'ning deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear ; When to the beeches I report...my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bow'rs With loud complaints, they answer me in showen.... | |
| William John Courthope - 1911 - 578 páginas
...opening of his poem At Pens hurst :— While in this park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion and forget to fear. When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
| Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer - 1917 - 752 páginas
...fear, outflies the wind. AT PENSHURST WHILE in this park I sing, the listening deer Attend my passion, and forget to fear; When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads as if they felt the same. To gods appealing, when I reach their bowers With loud complaints, they answer me in showers.... | |
| Alexandre Beljame - 1998 - 528 páginas
...sentimentality nor subtleties: While in this park I sing, the list'ning deer Attend my passion, and foiget to fear: When to the beeches I report my flame, They bow their heads, as if they felt the same: ‘Fo Gods appealing, when I reach their Bow'rs With loud complaints, they answer me in show'rs,... | |
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