 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1883 - 382 頁
...swelling bass; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardor rise to heaven. Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in...the summer ray Russets the plain, inspiring autumn Or winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no gleams, more, And, dead... | |
 | Hugh Fraser Campbell - 1883 - 128 頁
...shine at full or no. (2.) If it 'twere done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly. (3.) Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray Russets...inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east. (4.) We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakspere spake, the faith and morals... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 562 頁
...swelling base, And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardour rise to heaven. Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove, 90 There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1885 - 344 頁
...swelling bass; and, as each mingling flame increases each, in one united ardour rise to heaven. Or, if you rather choose the rural shade, and find a fane in...inspiring Autumn gleams, or Winter rises in the blackening east ; be my tongue mute ! may fancy paint no more, and, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should... | |
 | Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1885 - 1148 頁
...swelling bass ; And, as each mingling Hame increases each, In one united ardor rise to heaven. Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in...inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy. forget my heart to beat ! Should... | |
 | 1886 - 562 頁
...swelling base, And as each mingling flame increases each In one united ardor rise to heaven. Or if you rather choose the rural shade And find a fane in every...inspiring autumn gleams Or winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute ; may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget, my heart, to beat ! Should... | |
 | 1886 - 552 頁
...swelling bass ; And, as each mingling llame increases each, In one united ardor rise to Heaven. Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove, There let the shepherd's Ilute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Rivers unknown to song, where first... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 頁
...swelling bass; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardor rise to heaven. Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in...inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should... | |
 | Walter Jenkinson Kaye - 1891 - 350 頁
...as each mingling flame increases each, In oni; united ardour rise to heaven. Or if you rather chose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove...inspiring Autumn gleams, Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute, may Fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should... | |
 | Charles F. Beezley - 1891 - 436 頁
...flame increases each, In one united ardour rise to heaven. Or if you rather choose the rural »nade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let...inspiring autumn gleams, Or winter rises in the blackening east, Be my tongue mute — my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should... | |
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Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling... 
