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" Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various... "
Essays - Էջ 75
Arthur Christopher Benson - 1896 - 312 էջ
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Retrospective Review, Հատոր 11

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1825 - 392 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was the happy garden...
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Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present ...

William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does , praise him in thy sphere, And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was that happy garden-state,...
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Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1824 - 514 էջ
...foot, Or at tome fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My SOD! into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets 'and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Can the reader content...
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The Retrospective Review, Հատոր 11

1825 - 392 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was the happy garden...
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The Retrospective Review.., Հատոր 11

Henry Southern - 1825 - 388 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was the happy garden...
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին

The Retrospective Review, Հատոր 11

1825 - 390 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest. aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was the happy garden...
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Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of ...

William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and elaps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light...
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Essays of Elia

Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light, How well the skilful...
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The Prose Works of Charles Lamb ...: Elia. First series

Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. How well the skilful...
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Chambers's Edinburgh Journal

1836 - 436 էջ
...foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets, and claps its silver wings ; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was (he happy garden...
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