 | James Hurdis - 1810 - 358 էջ
...that like his wakeful bird Sings darkling, sings and mourns his eye-sight lost, And nightly wanders to the Muses' haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; to us Displaying nature, and the blissful scenes Of Paradise, though not to him returns Day, or the... | |
 | Anna Seward - 1811 - 568 էջ
...to Hi' ascent of that steep savage hill Satan had jonrnied on, pens'ac, and slow." •—— — " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses...haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill." -" As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately... | |
 | Anna Seward - 1811 - 434 էջ
...and half. " Now to th' ascent of that steep savage hill .Satan had jimmied on, pensive, and slow.-" " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or smmy hill." " As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top... | |
 | Nicolas Freeman, Antoine Jay - 1812 - 442 էջ
...So thick a drop serene. hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet, not the more Çease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | John Mason Good - 1813 - 764 էջ
...ray, and find no dawn : So thirk a drop serene hatli queneb'd their orbs, Or <lim suffusion vcil'il. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or snimy hill, Smit with the love of sacred son£ : hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brocks beneath,... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 էջ
...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd....hill, Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, ^Nightly... | |
 | 1814 - 984 էջ
...can wish for our edification, or improvement, which this fund of knowledge doth not supply. — — Yet not the more, Cease I to wander where the Muses...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Zion, and the flow'ry banks beneath, That washed thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | Sir Thomas Bernard - 1818 - 292 էջ
...have had experience of this mercy, when he added to his poetical complaint those beautiful lines : • Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses...Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit witli the love of sacred song, Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Mr. LYTTELTON.... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 էջ
...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd....hill, Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 էջ
...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene G1+ F1+ F1+ Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
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Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song... 
