Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract... Nidderdale, Or, An Historical, Topographical, and Descriptive Sketch of the ... - Página 146de William Grainge - 1863 - 231 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1812 - 528 páginas
...Pachalick. " Monastic Zitza ! from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints,...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.'' We will now... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 páginas
...XLVH. ' Monastic Zitza! from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints,...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet-please the soul. XLV1II. Amidst... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 páginas
...XLVII. Monastic Zitza ! *° from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints,...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. 84 XLVIII.... | |
| Anonymous - 1812 - 512 páginas
...XLVII. 1 Monastic Zitza! from tliy shady brow, 'Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints,...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. XLV1II. Amidst... | |
| 1812 - 708 páginas
...power. • Monastic Zitza! from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are fouqd ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath,... | |
| Frederick Sylvester North Douglas - 1813 - 222 páginas
...and fork which politeness enjoined. * " Where'er we gaze, above, around, below, , ' " What various tints, what magic charms are found, : " Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound; weather, both the Ionian and Egean seas are sometimes to be discovered; 'and I have understood it to... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 322 páginas
...XLVIII, Monastic Zitza ! 2° from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints,...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hangingrocks, that shock yetplease the soul. Amidst the grove... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 páginas
...ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magie eharms are found ! Roek, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd eataraet doth roll Between those hanging roeks, that shoek yet please the soul. XLIX. Amidst... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 248 páginas
...XLVIII. Monastic Zitza ! 20 from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favoured spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints,...those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. XLIX. Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill. Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh Rising... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 250 páginas
...holy ground! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, whatmagic charms arefound ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest...those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. XLIX. Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill, Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh Rising... | |
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