 | 1831 - 702 Seiten
...to Ganga — " Gold River ! gold River ! how gallantly now Our bark on thy bright breast is lifting her prow — In the pride of her beauty how swiftly she flies, Like a white-pinioned spirit o'er topazpaved skies. Gold River ! gold River ! thy bosom is calm. And o'er... | |
 | 1834 - 566 Seiten
...SONG TO GANGA. ' Gold river ! gold river ! how gallantly now Our bark on thy bright breast is lifting her prow. In the pride of her beauty, how swiftly she flies ; Like a white winged spirit through topaz-paved skies ! ' Gold river ! gold river ! thy bosom is calm, And... | |
 | 1835 - 222 Seiten
...SONG TO GANGA. GOLD river ! gold river ! how gallantly now Our bark on thy bright breast is lifting her prow. In the pride of her beauty, how swiftly she flies : Like a white-winged spirit through topaz-paved skies ! Gold river ! gold river ! thy bosom is calm, And o'er thee the breezes... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1835 - 744 Seiten
...Oriental •lyfe.] lold river ! gold river ! how gallantly now Jur bark on thy bright breast ie lining her prow ; In the pride of her beauty how swiftly she flies ; Like a white winged spirit through topaz-paved skies ! Gold river ! gold river ! thy bosom is calm. And o'er... | |
 | James Long - 1848 - 540 Seiten
...BOATMEN TO GANGA. GOLD river ! gold river ! how gallantly now Our bark on thy bright breast is lifting her prow ; In the pride of her beauty how swiftly she flies, Like a white-winged spirit through topaz-paved skies. Gold river! gold river! thy bosom is calm, And o'er thee the breezes are... | |
 | 1857 - 656 Seiten
...KASIPRASAD GHOSH. GOLD river, gold liver ! how gallantly now Our barque on thy bright breast is lifting her prow ! In the pride of her beauty, how swiftly she flies, Like a white-wiuged spirit thro' topaz-paved skies ! Gold river, gold river ! thy bosom is calm, And o'er... | |
 | Robert George Hobbes - 1893 - 594 Seiten
...BOATMEN TO GANGA. " Gold river ! gold river ! how gallantly now Our bark on thy bright breast is lifting her prow ; In the pride of her beauty how swiftly she flies, Like a white-winged spirit through the topaz-paved skies ! " Gold river ! gold river ! thy bosom is calm, And o'er thee the breezes... | |
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GOLD river ! gold river ! how gallantly now Our bark on thy bright breast is lifting her prow. In the pride of her beauty, how swiftly she flies : Like a white-winged spirit... 