 Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where...  New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register - Página 247editado por - 1820Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | Alpheus Baker Hervey - 1885 - 234 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | 1885 - 686 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | 1928 - 980 páginas
...known that it was only after repeated experiment that he evolved the beautiful lines of Hyperion : Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass. A letter to John Taylor containing an amended version of a passage in Endymion is... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 356 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. . . . The revised version, which... | |
 | Walter Jackson Bate - 2009 - 784 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung above his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass. But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | Paul A. Cantor - 1984 - 252 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | John Barnard - 1987 - 192 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung above his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | Robert Brinkley, Keith Hanley - 1992 - 396 páginas
...Keats altered the lines in accordance with the revision for The Fall, to produce the published text: No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. (HI, 7-10) Two things are striking... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 376 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 324 páginas
...Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung above his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather" d grass, 10 But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still... | |
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