 | Charles Lamb - 1890 - 246 sivua
...; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...boughs does glide ; There like a bird it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer night, Waves in its plumes... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 460 sivua
...; Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...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... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1890 - 584 sivua
...; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a greon shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot. Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...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... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1890 - 370 sivua
...Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. " Here at the fountain's sliding foot Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting 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... | |
 | Candace Waid - 1991 - 260 sivua
...Garden," Andrew Marvell's poem about the pleasure of pastoral solitude: Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs docs glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 sivua
...Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade, (1. 41-48) 19 Here at the fountain's sliding ss pow'r I reign; And ev'ry health which I begin Converts...Such Freedom crowns it. at an inn. (1. 1—8) 2 Who sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flights. Waves in its plumes... | |
 | Patricia Ondek Laurence - 1991 - 260 sivua
...to mind: Here at the Fountains sliding foot, Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, Casting the Bodies Vest aside, My Soul into the boughs does glide: There like a Bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver Wings. Religious exaltation can transform into the psychological... | |
 | Cleanth Brooks - 1995 - 364 sivua
...you know, ecstasy means "a putting aside," and this is just what the soul does: Casting the Bodie'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 prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its Plumes... | |
 | Virginia Graham - 1996 - 260 sivua
...Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, 50 Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's...boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver wings; 55 And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 sivua
...seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade, Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting...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... | |
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Here at the fountain's sliding 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 combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight,... 
