 | English poets - 1790 - 270 sivua
...Grongar hill I labour now, And catch at laft his bufhy brow. •Oh, how frefh, how pure the air ! i,et me breathe a little here. "Where am I, Nature ? I...edg'd around With naked wilds, and barren ground. See, below, the pleafant dome, The Poet's pride, the Poet's home, Which the fun-beams fhine upon, To the... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 sivua
...wither'd hand and face. Up * Grongar hill I labour now, And catch at laft his bufliy brow. Oh, how fre(h, how pure the air ! Let me breathe a little here. Where...And hills ! — and vales !— and fields !— and flood*! Crouding before me, edg'd around With naked wilds, and barren ground. Se«, below, the pleafant... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 sivua
...hand and face. Up * Grongar hill I labour now. And catch at laft his bulhy brow. Oh, how frefh, hew pure the air ! Let me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature II defcry Thy magazine before me lie ! Temples Г— and towns !— and towers !— «nd woods And... | |
 | John Britton - 1815 - 1086 sivua
...brow. Oh, how fresh, how pure the air, Let roe breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature ? I descry Thy magazine before me lie ! Temples— and towns — and towers — and woods ! And lakes — and vales— and fields — and floods ! Crowding before nie,— edged around With naked... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 508 sivua
...wither'd hand and face. Up * Grongar hill I labour now, And catch at laft his bufhy brow. Oh, how lidh, how pure the air! Let me breathe a little here. Where...before me lie ! Temples !— -and towns !— and towers Hfcand woods^ And hills ! — and vales ! — and fields ! — and ficodi! Crouding before me, edg'd... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 472 sivua
...withered hand and face. Up Grongar hill I labour now, And catch at last his bushy brow : Oh, how fresh, how pure the air ! Let me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature ? I descry Thy magazine before me lie, Temples, and towns, and towers, and woods, And hills, and vales,... | |
 | Cabinet - 1808 - 524 sivua
...wither' d hand and face. Up * Grongar hill I labour now, And catch at last his bushy brow. Oh, how fresh, how pure the air ! Let me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature ? I descry Thy magazines before me lie ! Temples! — and towns! — and towers! — and woods ! And hills!... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 554 sivua
...wither'd hand and face. Up Grongar hill ' I labour now, And catch at last his bushy brow. Oh, how fresh, how pure the air ! Let me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature ? I descry Thy magazine before me lie ! Temples! — and towns! — and towers! — and woods! And hills... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 556 sivua
...brow. Oh, how fresh, how pure <hc air! [.ft me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature ? I descry Thy magazine before me lie ! Temples! — and towns! — and towers! — and woods! 4ml hills! — and vales! — and fields! — arid floods! Jrowding before me, edg'd around With naked... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1815 - 1092 sivua
...native dwelling : " Up Grongar hill, I labour now And catch at last his bushy brow. Olí, how fresh, how pure the air. Let me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature ? 1 descry Thy magazine before me lie ! Temples— and towns — and towers — and woods'. And lakes... | |
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And catch at last his bushy brow. Oh! how fresh, how pure the air! Let me breathe a little here. Where am I, Nature? I descry Thy magazine before me lie. Temples! and towns! and towers! and woods! And hills! and vales! and fields! and floods! Crowding... 
