 And charm through distant ages. Wrapt in shade, Prisoner of darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. Dark, though not blind,...  Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review - Стр. 161801Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Edward Young - 1853 - Страниц: 382
...of darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire, Bark, though not blind, like thee, Mceonides ! Or his, who made Mseonides our own. Man, too, he sung... | |
 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1853 - Страниц: 120
...darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, 10 To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe: I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. Dark, though not blind, like thee, Mseonides ! Or, Milton ! thee ; ah ! could 1 reach your strain !... | |
 | Edward Young, George Gilfillan - 1853 - Страниц: 354
...of darkness ! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire, Dark, though not blind, like thee, Mseonides ! Or, Milton ! thee ; ah, could I reach your strain I... | |
 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1860 - Страниц: 136
...of darkness! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe: I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. 450 Dark, though not blind, like thee, Masonides !' Or, Milton! thee; ah! could I reach your strain... | |
 | 1866 - Страниц: 426
...darkness ! to the silent hours, How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. Dark, tho' not blind, like thee, Moeonides ! Or, Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain ! Or... | |
 | Edward Young - 1866 - Страниц: 574
...darkness ! to the silent hours, How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. Dark, tho' not blind, like thee, Maeonides ! Or, Milton ! thee ; ah could I reach your strain ! Or... | |
 | Sir Thomas Wyatt - 1879 - Страниц: 624
...of darkness! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire, Dark, though not blind, like thee, Mseonides ! Or, Milton ! thee ; ah, could I reach your strain :... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - Страниц: 1000
...fly. HOMER, MILTON, POPE. NIGHT I. How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal s full of tbce. : Dark, though not blind, like thee, Mteonides ! Or, Milton ! thee ; ah, could I reach your strain... | |
 | Edmund Gosse - 1889 - Страниц: 454
...darkness ! to the silent hours, How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. Dark, though not blind, like thee, Maeonides Or, Milton ! thee; ah, could I reach your strain ! Or... | |
 | Edmund Gosse - 1889 - Страниц: 440
...darkness ! to the silent hours, How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe ! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. Dark, though not blind, like thee, Mseonides ! Or, Milton ! thee ; ah, could I reach your strain !... | |
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