 In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes...  The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th] - الصفحة 4581814عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 688
...his own poetic diction. ' In vitin to me the smiling mornings shine. And reddening Phoebus lifts hla golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant...resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other note« repine ; A different object do títete eyci require ¡ My lonely anguiih metU no heart but mine... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 660
...his own poetic dietion. ' In vain to mo the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phœbus lifts b is golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant...resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other riotee repine ; A different objeet do Óiete, eyet require ¡ My lonely anguish melts no heart but... | |
 | William Dobson - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 204
...calls the quivering savage to the chase. Thomsons Winter. FRIDAY, December 5. Into Latin Elegiacs. In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening...Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their am'rous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire ; These ears, alas ! for other notes... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 350
...tribute to his friend in the following sonnet : In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain...descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green atlire : These can, alas ! for other notes repine, A different object do these eyes require : My lonely... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...from almost all the poetical writings, even of Milton himself." He then quotes Gray's sonnet — " In vain to me the smiling mornings shine ; And reddening...different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet morning smiles the busy race... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 462
...from almost all th poetical writings, even of Milton himself." He the: quotes Gray's sonnet — " Tn vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening...repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; Afy lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect jays expire. Yet morning... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 376
...He then quotes Gray's sonnet — " In vain to me the smiling mornings shine ; And reddening Phcebus lifts his golden fire ; The birds in vain their amorous...different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet morning smiles the busy race... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...then quotes Gray's sonnet — ' ' In vain to me the smiling mornings shine ; And reddening Phcebus lifts his golden fire ; The birds in vain their amorous...attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; Jl different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 668
...his own poetic diction. ' In vain to me the smiling mornings «bine, And reddening Pbœbus liíts hü golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant...These ears alas ! for other notes repine ; A different ubject do theie eyft require , My lonely anguiih melti no heart but mint; And in my breait tne imptrfeci... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...fall. SONNET* ON THE DEATH OF MR. RICHARD WEST IN vain to me the smiling Mornings shine, And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain...different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine, And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet Morning smiles the busy race... | |
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