 It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.  Blackwood's Magazine1820Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1845 - 442 Seiten
...that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning I VOL. XVIII. NO. III. Z And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute." But though thus at intervals relieved, he could not but feel himself dismally alone, and now gladly... | |
 | Thomas Henry White - 1845 - 474 Seiten
...verdure and that sweet music which renders this soft nested valley and its environs so delicious. " And now 'twas like all Instruments, Now like a lonely...Flute, And now it is an Angel's Song, That makes the Heav'ns be mute. " It ceased ; yet still the Sails made on A pleasant noise till Noon, A noise like... | |
 | Thomas Henry White - 1845 - 492 Seiten
...verdure and that sweet music which renders this soft nested valley and its environs so delicious. " And now 'twas like all Instruments, Now like a lonely...Flute, And now it is an Angel's Song, That makes the Heav'ns be mute. " It ceased ; yet still the Sails made on A pleasant noise till Noon, A noise like... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1845 - 690 Seiten
...but strictly poetical in their character. Thus the stanza of Coleridge's ' Ancient Mariner': — ' It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
 | John Walker Ord - 1845 - 434 Seiten
...stream — this gentle prattling water : — " And now it is all instrument, Now like a gentle lute, And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute." Lo, too, that ancient cottage ! Its walls are ruined and desolate, the rafters are broken down, the... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 Seiten
...play'd, Singing of Mount Mora. That ts but one note of a music ever sweet, yet never cloying. It ccas'd; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 Seiten
...play'd, dinging of Mount Mora. That is but one note of a music ever sweet, yet never cloying. It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a guiet... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 Seiten
...play'd, Singing of Mount Abora. That is but one note of a music ever sweet, yet never cloying. It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 Seiten
...play'd, Singing of Mount Abora. That is but one note of a music ever sweet, yet never cloying. It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 Seiten
...platfd, Singing of Mount Mora. That 1s but one note of a music ever sweet, yet never cloying. It ceas'd ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
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