 | Johann Joachim Eschenaburg - 1789 - 484 sider
...way, Along thy glades a folitary gueft, The hollow founding bittern guards its neft Amidft thy defert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in fhapelefs ruin all And the long grafs o'ertops the mouldering wall. Near : SSefdjrei'Bcn&e ©ebidjte.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1792 - 308 sider
...folitary gueft, The hollow- founding bittern guards it's neft ; Amidft thy defert walks the lapwing ffies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in fhapelefs ruin all, And the long grafs o'ertops the mould'ring wall ; And trembling, fblinking from... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1794 - 124 sider
...Along thy glades, a folitary gueft, The hollow-founding bittern guards its neft ; Amidft thy defert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries ; Sunk are thy bowers in fliapelefs ruin all, And the long grafs o'ertops the mould'ring wall ; And, trembling, flu inking from... | |
 | 1795 - 432 sider
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No rnore thy glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest; *• Amidst Amidst thy desart walks the lapwing flies, And... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 574 sider
...Along thy glades, a folitary gueft, The hollow-founding bittern guaids its neft ; " Amidft thy defert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in (hapelefs ruin all, And the long grafs o ertop* the mould'ring wall; And trembling, flirinking... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1800 - 192 sider
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades,...tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall, And trembling, shrinking... | |
 | 1800 - 322 sider
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaryM cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 sider
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades,...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 sider
...: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges,...shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away thy children leave... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1805 - 264 sider
...thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But chok'd with sedges works its weary way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
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Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering... 
