 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, %,&,',(,5/*, : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...forest (miles ; And every sense and ever)- heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, : $ And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
 | William Dobson - 1845 - 204 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory, in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks : And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. . Then comes thy glory in the SUMMER months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks : And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months. With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
 | Garland - 1847 - 104 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
 | James Thomson - 1847 - 504 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year ; 10 And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks — And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By... | |
 | Louis F. Klipstein - 1848 - 262 páginas
...the forest smiks ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots...full perfection through the swelling year. ADDISON. I was yesterday, about- sunset, walking in the open fields, till the night insensibly fell upon me.... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 páginas
...forest smiles ; And every sense and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks... | |
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God. The rolling year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. 
