While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. The Poetical Works of John Milton - Página 281de John Milton - 1834 - 392 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
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...And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale52 Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye...landscape round it measures: 70 Russet lawns, and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do... | |
| Roland M. Kawano - 2004 - 100 páginas
...the rear of darkness thin," and the various sun-greeters go about their tasks; While the Plowman near at hand, Whistles o'er the Furrow'd Land, And the...Shepherd tells his tale Under the Hawthorn in the dale.9 The similarity of types of dawn images are obvious. It is not necessary to ask whether Lewis... | |
| John Milton - 2003 - 1084 páginas
...While the Plowman near at hand, Whistles o'er the Furrow'd Land, And the Milkmaid singeth blithe, 65 And the Mower whets his scythe, And every Shepherd...flocks do stray; Mountains on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with Daisies pied, 75 Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide.... | |
| John Milton - 2003 - 1012 páginas
...And the milkmaid singcth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale0 Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye...landscape round it measures, 70 Russet lawns, and fallows grey,0 Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do... | |
| John Milton - 2006 - 66 páginas
...The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower...Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landskip round it measures: Russet lawns, and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains... | |
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